I do not, in any way, shape, or form, own any of the characters or the computer game Star Wars Knights of the Old Republic, that this is based on. This is only part 1, more is coming and suggestions are welcome!

A jolt woke me from my sleep and I fell from my bunk. Mission Vao, a kind, resourceful, blue Twi'lek scurried around on the ground, grabbing at her pazaak cards. "Mission, what just happened?" I mumbled as I started dressing.

"Not a clue." She didn't alert much of her attention towards me as she hunted on the ground and under the bunks.

"Mission, what are you doing?"

"Collecting my cards."

"Alright," I slipped on my Jedi robes and tied them. Mission's obsession with pazaak had long ago become normal. "I'm going to go find out what happened."

"Great, I'll come and help when I'm done."

I quickly walked down the narrow corridor of the Ebon Hawk. "Oak!" Canderous Ordo, a feisty Mandalorian came towards me, his blaster rifle pointed at me.

"Don't shoot." I smiled as he joined my brisk walk towards the cockpit.

"Funny." He turned the rifle on the rarely used safety feature. Zaalbar, the wookie who pledged a life-debt to me and our 2 robotic companions, HK-47 and T3-M4 joined us as we made the last few yards.

The five of us had apparently intruded on a conversation 3 of the other crew members were having.

"You younglings have no clue how to fly a ship, do you?" Jolee Bindo, a Jedi from Kashyyyk sarcastically said.

"Shut-up, old man." Carth Onasi, the pilot of the Ebon Hawk and a solider for the Republic turned back to the controls.

"Commentary: Master, I believe that organic meat bag is in a bad mood" HK-47 said quietly. I laughed a little, but was un-noticed.

"The two of need to stop your arguing. It will only lead to us destroying our chances of stopping the Sith." Juhani, a good Jedi turned bad then turned good instructed them.

"You just crash into snow all the time, don't you? I tell you, we would have been better off with a gizka flying the ship." Jolee ignored Juhani.

"Boys, stop bickering so we can find out where in the galaxy we are." I noticed the conversation was going downhill and jumped in.

"Revan," Juhani came towards me. "Carth did it." I sighed. It was clear to me that all members of the crew were trying to turn Carth and me against each other, but I had managed to do that myself, just by being the evil Darth Revan who attacked hundreds of innocent people and planets, blah blah blah.

"I told you, I am not Revan any more." I saw Carth look up from the controls for a moment, then go back to them.

"It looks like we broke a few vital parts of the Hawk when we crashed; we are going to have to replace them if we want any chance of getting up to the Star Forge." Carth spoke in monotone.

"Well Carth," my shoulder brushed against him as I came forward and began assessing damage. "It is your fault." He looked at me and I smiled. He turned away. Silence clung to us and we all just stood there, nobody moving. The others had all noticed the cold shoulder Carth was giving me.

"I can't find one of my cards, and get this Oak," Mission's voice grew nearer as she came down the corridor. "It's that one you got me for my birthday! I can't believe it! I use that card all the time and," She came into the room and her voice faltered. "So, did somebody insult Zaalbar's cooking? That is the only reason that you would all be so quiet."

I smiled and came towards her. "No Mission, we didn't insult Zaalbar, or his cooking. We insulted Carth's flying ability." Mission smiled.

"So, we should get going if we want to find those parts." Canderous left and began heading towards the exit. The others filed out after him until Carth and I were left alone in the cockpit. He glanced at me and then turned away.

"We ought to go." He said quietly.

"Yeah. I think so too." I started to leave. "Carth," I turned back towards him. "I really do mean it. I'm not Revan anymore. You have to know that." When he didn't reply, I left him there alone.

After we gathered heavy coats and weapons, we were all stood in the snow outside of the Ebon Hawk. T3 and HK were still in the ship after they had tried to move in the heavy snow. This planet we were on was beautiful. Ice and wind rushed around us everywhere, and the cool air was crisp. It was perfect, except for the fact we had crash landed here.

"Alright," The crew faced me as I began to talk. "It looks like we are going to have to do a bit of hunting. I think we should take inventory on the stuff we are bringing with us, just to make sure we have what we need and nothing more. Mission, you have the data pad map, correct?"

"Yeah," She held it up. "I am a bit worried that it might,"

"Just be quiet so we can get moving." Canderous snapped at her and began walking. I sighed and followed. It was clear I was not going to get my two cents in on this mission.