Surprise! How are you? This is new for me. I'm really scared to do this, but I'm looking for any comments that will help this story along. In the mean time, let's get started.

And remember: I DON'T OWN SW: KotOR! Got it? Good! ^.^

"David! Kevin! Where did you put my story book?" I shout at my older brothers while marching up stairs.

"I don't know." Kevin yells over his shoulder not taking his eyes off of Mass Effect 2. I walk up behind him and put my hands on my hips. "Another new game? Haven't you beaten this game enough?"

"I'm trying to get another win before I head off." He says not looking at me. I roll my eyes with a smile, "You never played Knights of the Old Republic this much. It was made by the same people, with some of the same voices. Why not play it for good ol' time sake before you and David leave instead of a game that you practically have memorized?"

Kevin pauses his game and looks at me. "I would if the old Xbox would work with the T.V." Oh yha I forgot about that. "Whatever. Have you seen David? I think he moved my story book."

"He's in our room packing up." Kevin goes back to his Mass Effect dream land, while I head off to my brothers' room, which will soon be empty. They're leaving for collage in just a couple of days. To tell you the truth, I think their main goal is to escape.

What I mean by they want to escape is because of my parents. My parents try to push stuff on us they never achieved. An example, my mom never made it far in ballet to get to wear point shoes, and now I'm going on my 5th year on point shoes. Dad never got his Eagle Scout award, but David and Kevin BOTH earned theirs about two or three years ago. You may think it's not that bad, but when we don't get what our parents want, then there's problems.

Sometimes I wish I could escape too.

My brothers and I grew close to protect each other when our parents ganged up on us. We're kind of like the Walls kids from The Glass Castle only our situation isn't that bad.

When I enter Kevin and David's room, David's suitcase was on top of his bed with the lid open. While still standing in the door way I start thinking about all the trouble we went through to get my brothers room painted to look like a calm blue sky with the contradicting unfinished wallpaper of WWII fighter planes in battle. Those were some fun times.

"What do ya want Izzy?" David walked into my line of sight carrying some folded polo shirts. No doubt those are the ones he had to wear for high school. STH made quite an impact on him… sort of.

"Did you move my story book?"He places his shirts in his suitcase and looks at me. "Which book?"

"The note book with my written stories! That on-" Kevin screams. David and I look at each other. David starts walking out the door. "Kevin it's just a game. No need to get pissed off at it." I follow David out of the room.

Kevin wasn't there. Mass Effect 2 was still on, Commander Sheapard and his team had just got killed. I walked a little closer only to trip on a game box. I pull it out from under my feet, KotOR. Okay? Not sure how that got off the shelf.

"Where did Kevin go?" David asks. I shrug. For a while we stand there in silence. Until David says that we should split up. David ran down stairs, while I stayed up stairs. We start calling out to Kevin and to where ever he disappeared to.

After a couple of minutes, the lights miraculously go out. Then David screams.

I stand there. My breath and pulse quicken. "David? Is this some kind of joke?" I cautiously make my way to the stairs and climb down.

"Kevin? David? This isn't funny! I know this is a joke!" I make it to the ground floor. I hear my breathing… I think. Only one way to know for sure. I hold my breath for a few second. It's someone else's breathing. "Who's there?"

I start walking closer to the intruder's breathing. I need to arm myself with something. I stumble around for one of my brothers' air soft guns (which they have scattered all over the place). It's not much, but it's better than just fists.

SMACK!

"OW!" I tripped over something. Again. I usually have better balance than this. Wait a minute. An air soft gun, YES!

Wait… Damn it, no ammo! There's got to be pellets around here somewhere. I hear footsteps coming closer. CRAP!

I start backing up when I bump into someone. And who ever this someone is, immediately takes hold of my neck and slaps their hand over my mouth before I start screaming. "It's okay," the captor whispers, "You're safe from the sith now." Wait what? The sith? I don't like this. I try to at least get this guy's hand off my mouth.

Just when I do, I feel a stinging pain. Everything gets blurry, and out of the haze over my eyes I see a silhouette of a man in silver armor reaching towards me and shouting NO!

And everything is gone.

…

I open my eyes, and immediately shut them because of the bright sun. I finally open my eyes very slowly to adjust to the blinding light.

I glance around the landscape that I feel I've seen before. Around me is tall golden brown grass flowing in a gentle breeze. Off in the distance is a cliff side the shade of gray that seemed smoothed over from a distance.

It was the promise land for an environmentalist if you ask me, but I can't say it wasn't a lovely place. From the words of Syrah Syara: "this beautiful place, which is full of song."

I still feel like I've seen this place before but never this great in detail.

Meanwhile

"I have a favor to ask for you."

"I have completed all three tasks. Why do I have to do another?"

"Calm yourself Padiwan. This is important. We believe this person can help you."

"What am I to do?"

"We need you to locate a girl. Her name is Isabel. We tried to bring her to the academy but we had some trouble and we lost her out in the fields somewhere."

"As you wish masters." Why do I get the feeling I'm just here to do their work for them?

I sit up, and take a better look around. I know I've seen this place before, I just need to think. I had a theory I ended up in the Star Wars universe like those self –insert fanfictions. Well I guess anything is possible, after all "It's possible, for a plain yellow pumpkin to become a golden carriage."

Yah I know, I am full of corny puns and quotes. It's kind of my thing.

"Oh my!" someone from behind says. I turn around to find a woman standing over me, looking completely shocked. "Child what are you doing out here alone? Especially dressed like that!"

I examine my clothes. What's wrong with jean and a purple plaid shirt? I like plaid! "Is it that bad?" I ask. I examine the woman's clothes next. I think her outfit proves my theory … sorta , which means I'm probably on Dantooine.

"Yes. You are just asking for the Mandalorians to come and hunt you down dressed like that! Come with me and I can help you blend in better." The woman grabs my arm and pulls me up.

"The Mandalorians?" The woman looks at me questionably.

"Yes, the Mandalorians. What did you think they would leave you alone because you're a defenseless girl?" I sat there for a moment. First off I'm not defenseless! I can fight.. a little. I can still defend myself. Although I do have some doubts since Mandalorians are pretty deadly.

"Um… maybe." She glares at me. "Very cute. Now come on," and she drags me away to her home.

First part done! Next part coming when it can! Constructive criticism please!