A/N: Yeah..unusual format, isn't it? Just fits better. I must specify now – I did NOT come up with this idea! Karacat is it's original conceiver to my knowledge, I merely couldn't resist doing my own version. No, I haven't stolen her story – you can see for yourself. Constructive criticism welcome!

Now I have a beta reader! Thank you to...Geraint Rennie!

KNIGHTS

-of the-

OLD REPUBLIC

the making of

The room was dark. Very dark. Within it, nine people sat quietly on couches and chairs, the only sound the occasional rustling of paper. The lights were so dim they could barely make out each others faces. The room was also abnormally cool – the sound of a whirring air conditioning unit could be heard every now and again, due to it's temperamental nature.

"Excuse me? Could we have some lights?"a masculine voice asked, his eyes straining to read the text he held.

"Hmm? Oh, sure – sure!"an excited feminine voice replied. The sound of someone fumbling with controls echoed throughout the small chamber briefly, before insanely bright lights flooded the room.

"Statement: THE LIGHT! IT BLINDS ME!"A bronze droid cried out – or at least, it should have been bronze. At the moment it was appearing a little goldish. The young woman at the desk(the one whom had the lighting controls)covered her ears as the droid shouted at an unbelievably high pitch. Her hands moving quickly back to the controls, she dimmed the lights to a standard level.

The seven humanoids in the room blinked rapidly, their eyes trying to adjust to the rapid light fluctuation. For about another ten minutes, they sat quietly reading the scripts in front of them.

"So? What do you think?"the desk woman asked eagerly, virtually hopping around in her seat.

"Observation: I think this one is on caffeine."the bronze droid stated, focusing it's red sensors on her.

"Oh, be quiet HK!"a young Twi'lek girl next to the droid said, whacking it with her copy of the script.

"Sounds like a good deal."a young woman, about 24 years old, replied. There was a murmur of agreement from the humanoids, and a beep of agreement from a small utility droid in the corner, grasping the script with it's internal arms.

"Great!"the desk woman cried out, actually jumping over her desk this time, much to the amusement of a gruff Mandalorian in the corner."Come by tomorrow and we'll sign you up!"Anxious to escape, all nine hastily nodded and fled her office.

Two months later

The shuttle was deadly silent now, the only noise being the breathing of it's occupants. With an audible whirring noise, the ramp slowly lowered onto the deck plate of the Doombridger. The name was amusing...apparently the designers had made a typo. Cool air wafted in from the interdictor ship's deck, refreshing from the hot and sticky environment of the shuttle. Standing on the threshold, Revan took a pause to breathe in the refreshing air. Soon after, she found herself descending the ramp. She was greeted by Manjsahlw(Man – jAH – LEW), the Director of the production. A dark skinned man in his late 50s, he was a veteran director and producer of many galactic films.

"Revan! It's about time you got here!"Manjsahlw exclaimed, a small smile on his lips.

"I was, erm...delayed."Revan replied hastily and simply as the man gestured for her to walk alongside him. He obliged.

"Delayed?"the old man scoffed."Your transport crashed into a sith battle cruiser! You nearly whipped out the entire Sith high command!"

"How do you hear about that?"Revan asked, arching an eyebrow.

"There were fifteen news reporters on board..."Noticing the younger person's eyebrow remained arched, Manjsahlw merely shrugged. Shaking her head, Revan accompanied the director towards the elevator.

"So erm...why exactly are we on a Sith interdictor ship?"

"Well...lets just say the producers wanted maximum authenticity. We've got about twenty Sith fighters, a Republic capital ship and the Ebon Hawk – in reality called Fluffy Dove."Revan wondered why even such a large production would go out of their way to acquire such ships – filming them would be murder.

"We're using the ships as transport for most of the equipment between shooting locations."Manjsahlw continued, stepping inside the elevator doors as they finally arrived. "We're going to be filimg in an artificial environment a bit, but a lot of the stuff will be on location. We're heading for our studios on Dantooine now."

"Errrm...dantooine?"This production was proving very puzzling to Revan.

"Yeah – don't you know anything? Our studios are there!"

I have a bad feeling about this...Revan thought as the elevator doors slammed shut.