I coughed as I picked my head up. I was in a pool of my own blood. I had no idea what had happened. It had been five years since I killed Malak, my old apprentice, and now the Sith wish to strike? I know I had been away, but as soon as I return, I'm targeted. Why?

"Beep beep boop bip!"

I'd reconize that sound anywhere.

"T3?" I weakly called.

"Beep bip boop!"

"Yeah, I can't get up. My body.."

I twisted my head to see that I was saturated in blood. I laid back down on the durasteel floor and tried to pick myself up.

"Beep! Beep brop bip boop!"

"T3, please." I mumbled.

I managed to stand myself up, and with the help of my trusty utility droid, T3-M4, I got myself into the medbay where I passed out.

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::Awaken::

I inhaled deeply, my muscles spazzing with every breath. The kolto drained away and I stumbled out of the container and onto the floor in my underwear, scratching at the durasteel and wondering why every bad thing happened to me. I eventually shook off my pity and stood up, walking out of the room and into another where I used the computer console to unlock the morgue door. I gathered some medpacs and went into the morgue, stripping a body of a plasma torch. To my surprise, the old woman who I believed to be dead stood up and adjusted her hood.

"Find what you're looking for amongst the dead?" She asked raspily.

"I thought you were dead."

She nodded slightly. She told me her name was Kreia and she boarded the Ebon Hawk to save me, but obviously that didn't pan out well. After our meaningless conversation, I walked out of the room, looking at my shaggy, unevenly cut curly black hair. When I decided to re-enter Republic Space, I roughly cut my hair. Not many people knew, or even remember, what Revan looked like, so I should be okay. I walked into a nearby room and noticed a door. My thoughts were intruded my Kreia.

"This door..strange, in my dreams, it was open."

"Kreia?"

There was no response. I grabbed a vibroblade off a corpse and proceeded into the next room, where two twitching mining droids waited for me. I easily cut them down and proceeded into the next room when Kreia interrupted my thoughts again.

"Be careful." She warned quietly.

Her presence in my mind was like cool water, flowing incessantly through my body. I shook off the sensation and listened to what she had to say.

"There is much energy in the room beyond, yet it stems from nothing that lives.."

Ah, must be droids. What was with them lately? I could only assume that the droids killed everyone on the station, considering there was no one around. I scooped up a data pad and scanned it over, realizing there was a stealth field generator in the box. I snapped the generator and became invisible, easily dodging the droids and hitting the shut down button. I watched in the camera as a force field around a door in the back shut off, I walked over to it, and yet again, Kreia intruded into my thoughts.

"Be mindful of this one. His thought are...difficult to read."

I opened the door anyway and found a relatively attractive male in a force cage.

"Well hello." He drawled seductively. "Are you an angel? Ah, that's the worst line ever, I hope some kid doesn't start using it."

"I'd keep your eyes up and tell me what's going on." I quipped.

"Oh yeah, from my beautiful view in the force cage?"

I rolled my eyes and asked him what went on.

"You mean before or after the jedi showed up? Either way, it's a really short story. You see, when the jedi showed up, everyone on the station wanted to sell her off to the Exchange, collect on the bounty."

"Bounty? What bounty?"

The man chuckled. "You haven't been here long enough have you? The Exchange posted a bounty on live jedi."

"Now why would anyone post a bounty on jedi?"

Even though I gave up the force after I left known space, and was technically no longer a jedi, a bounty made me a little nervous. I decided after a long, unnecessary conversation, I would let this 'Atton Rand' out of the force cage and he'd help me get off Peragus.