1- Hey There

Soundtrack: Everybody Loves Me – OneRepublic

There are a lot of things you learn in this business, and being scared isn't one of 'em. 'Scared' will get you killed. Guts…now those get you the credits.

Keep your head on straight, don't let anyone get past your shields, don't be afraid to take a little risk every now and then, and you might make it alright. Some of these crackpots will give you this whole kriffing spiel about luck deciding who makes it and who doesn't. Luck ain't got nothing to do with it. You've gotta be cunning, quick on the draw, and, above all, able to outsmart whatever di'kut decided it would be a good idea to screw with you.

There's a reason why people come to me for the difficult jobs. I can go toe-to-toe with the worst of 'em and walk away without a scratch.

That's why I'm headed through this Ord Mantell warzone with a cargo hold full of blasters. That's why I'm going to fly away with another cargo hold's worth of credits.

Because I'm just that good.

Warning lights and klaxons shatter the muddled serenity of the cockpit as another volley of blaster bolts rise to meet the scarred underside of her ship. She smothers the spike of panic that threatens to make her veer the controls sharply to the left. A few deft movements coax the various mechanisms under her control once more, and she simply rides a gust of wind to sail above the cloud cover.

After all…if they can't see her, they can't shoot at her.

Captain Havyn Xylone at your service. I'm your typical blaster-wielding, sabacc-playing darling of a scoundrel. Well, except for the whole 'ex-Jedi' thing. You know, most rejected Padawans are either not strong enough in the Force, or they run too high a risk of falling to the darkside.

I'm both. Never let it be said that I did anything halfway.

Nobody below cares that she is the rejected remnant of a dying breed; that she, one of Darth Revan's final descendants, is risking her life above a backwater planet for petty credits. Nobody knows that the dark side follows her family like a shadow, and she alone chose to grin at it and then run like hell.

Her life is a constant game of 'catch me if you can', and the score is reset every time she sees those yellow irises looking back at her in the mirror. She's not ashamed to admit that both her grandfather and great-grandfather were reformed Sith, or that it was her own mother's brief fall to the darkside that branded her like this forever. She doesn't hate the spectrum of colors that flit across her world from the darkened corners of musty old cantinas. She takes on maybe a few more Imperial jobs than the average smuggler would - why waste a good thing when you can infiltrate Imperial lines so very easily? – but she doesn't apologize for it. Credits are credits, and she is what she is.

Whatever she is.

Kriffin' hicks are still firing up at me. Not a problem; just gotta time this swerve just right and…dodged it. I'd say they're not paying me enough for flying through this fracking mess, but hey – it's work. And the adrenaline rush? I consider that the bonus.

The ship finally descends to the ground in a plume of exhaust and sparks. She shakes out her jacket and rolls her shoulders agitatedly, her trademark scowl already in place. Already she hates this planet; she hates that she's outgunned and outnumbered on a backwater little world like this, because this is not where she ends.

Her client is waiting at the bottom of the loading ramp. Their eyes meet for a second and her senses are screaming green, green, green. Envy. Deceit. Lies. Stay away.

But she shrugs it off and descends anyway. Credits are credits, after all.

A/N: Hey there! I'm clearly a fanfiction author, and I'm here to introduce you to my very cynical, very sly, ex-Jedi of a smuggler, Havyn Xylone. (That's pronounced Hav-INN, not 'haven'. She's very adamant about people knowing that.)

Anything else...oh yes. Story is in drabble format, takes place chronologically through the game, follows theme prompts, and yes, you can suggest some if you come up with any. :3 Reviews will earn you an invisible golden sticker.