A/N: I got nostalgic and started a new game on KOTOR. Something that always struck me as odd is Trask Ulgo. The man is an unknown ensign who sacrifices himself so your character can escape with Carth. Why? As I began playing the game, Trask poked at me and this is what spilled out.

Trask Ulgo & Marjo Stolar aka Revan

Just a soldier, like you…

The room is eerily quiet. Even the hum of the ship's engines can't be heard and that disturbs me even more than the half dozen silently meditating Jedi scattered about the room. I don't know why I'm here, just know that I'm to be here at 0800 hrs. I was told that I'd been summoned by the Admiral herself so that means one thing, it's important. My shift was over at 0700 and I'm ready for a shower and some shut eye.

I'm standing at parade rest, hands folded at my lower back, feet shoulder width apart, chin up and eyes straight ahead looking at a point directly in front of me. I've learned to keep my knees slightly bent in order to keep them from locking up and causing me to fall over from staying in the same position for too long. Hours at the royal court on Alderaan taught me something useful at least. I inhale and exhale slowly suppressing the urge to fidget, and I do… just barely. The door opens behind me and someone finally speaks. "Ah, Ensign Ulgo, you're early... or am I late?"

Coming to attention and turning on my heel, I snap my salute and wait for it to be returned before allowing my arm to lower, "I'm early Admiral Baric. I was taught at an early age, to be punctual is to be fifteen minutes early. That I should wait for others rather than they wait on me." I don't point out that she's ten minutes late leaving me to wait twenty-five minutes for her in this odd tomb-like room. I rather like my current rank, no need to point out the obvious.

The young woman standing beside Admiral Baric smiles politely at me, yet the smile never reaches her eyes. Hard to trust people that are so guarded, always makes me feel as if they're hiding something. Maybe I've spent too much time at court. Mental note: Learn to deal with trust issues. I'm not on Alderaan, this is not the royal court and these people are not from the various backstabbing, manipulating, scheming, noble houses.

Pulling my mind back to the present, I hear Admiral Baric, all five foot two, cropped chestnut hair, flaming hazel eyes, speaking. "This is Ensign Trask Ulgo." Her words are oddly heavy with unspoken meaning as the two women exchange a knowing look that is lost on me. "Ensign, this is Padawan Bastilla Shan, she's the Jedi in charge of this mission, the one we swore an oath to protect."

Swore an oath to protect, I remember doing that and I'm still not sure how one woman, especially this tiny woman before me, can be that bloody important to the war. The steel look in Admiral Baric's eyes says more than her words and I quickly nod in understanding. "Yes, sir." I give a polite nod to Padawan Bastilla, "Welcome aboard the Endar Spire."

Padawan Bastilla's auburn hair is swept up in a fashioned bun at the back of her head showing the swan like elegant curve of her slender neck. Her Jedi 'robe' looks more like a one piece pantsuit in a neutral tan, form fitting over her petite body, showing the gentle curve of her breasts, narrow waist and generous hips. She sniffs drawing my attention back to her eyes, wasting no time with pleasantries, "Ensign, your bunk mate has been temporarily reassigned. Your record and dedication to the Republic is required." My record and dedication to the Republic is required… for what exactly?

"For the duration of this mission your new bunk mate is Marjo Stolar, a soldier but not with the Republic Army." Wait, what, a soldier but not with the Republic Army? There's a small hesitation as her eyes quickly inspect my person. She'd fit right in with the nobility of Alderaan with her air of self-importance. "More you don't need to know."

"Yes, sir." More I don't need to know, says you and your cryptic Jedi pals. Her statement weighs heavily on my mind. If he's not with the Republic Army than with who is he with? And why would they bring this person aboard the Endar Spire at this time with so much at stake? I'd think that would be a huge security risk.

She gives a curt nod and moves to join her fellow Jedi in meditation leaving me with more questions than I walked in with. Trouble is I know I won't be getting any answers from Padawan Bastilla, the self-righteous. I turn my attention to Admiral Baric for a dismissal that doesn't come.

She watches the Jedi for a brief moment. "Walk with me, Ensign." Admiral Baric heads out the door and I follow silently. We move down the hallway until Admiral Baric feels we're a safe distance away and she sighs heavily. "We've escorted diplomats less demanding than those Jedi."

I smirk but don't speak, allowing Admiral Baric to continue. "Stolar isn't the only personnel they've brought on board. Lieutenant Carth Onasi has been assigned as an advisor." Carth Onasi? The Lieutenant Carth Onasi, decorated war hero, crack pilot, Manadalorian War… that Carth Onasi? I glance at Admiral Baric noting how her look hardens. Oh. Right. The Jedi ask for him when they have… hmm. That seems a bit of a slap in the face. Do the Jedi not trust us to handle a simple escort mission? From what I've heard so far, I'd say no. They don't.

"About Stolar," Admiral Baric switches gears again, hands me a datapad and I scan it quickly. It's Stolar's record, not very long or indepth. Where did this guy come from? "The Jedi insisted he be assigned here on the Endar Spire during their time aboard. I don't know much more about him, haven't met him but according to his record he's skilled in elite combat, top of his class. Watch him, keep him safe. Apparently he's important both to this mission and the Jedi." Her jaw tightens as we near the bridge. "I just have no idea why."

I stand a good foot taller than Admiral Baric, who usually looks at some point at my chest to save her neck from pain, this time she looks up at me for a moment, both of us standing before the bridge entrance, both of us silent. She has the look of wanting to say more yet refrains. I hand the datapad back to her. She turns it off and peers at me. "We will arrive at Coruscant in two weeks. You'll still be expected to report for light duty during said time, but I'll see about getting you some shore time to compensate." She holds up a hand stopping me as I'm about to object. "You aren't going to have a moment of free time for the next two weeks; it is your duty, yes but, Trask," Admiral Baric suddenly looks weary, "even you need some free time to unwind. Force knows I do. Dismissed."

"Yes, sir!" I wait for my salute to be returned and watch her walk away. I look across the bridge and catch a glimpse of a muscular man, tan pilot pants, leather jacket and black hair speaking with one of the crew. I can't help but notice the flex of muscles when Admiral Baric reaches them and he turns toward her. Lieutenant Onasi comes to attention and salutes, dropping his when it is returned. He glances up and our eyes make contact briefly.

None of this makes sense. Turning on my heel, my mind is reeling with questions and few to no answers forthcoming. So a handful of Jedi are making their way to Coruscant with a Republic hero as their advisor and an elite soldier as… what exactly? Marjo Stolar, what kind of person is he? Is he human, alien and if alien what species? Maybe this Stolar will know something but if he is anything like that Padawan Bastilla or the other Jedi, I won't get any answers from him either.

Making my way down the halls of the Endar Spire, my blaster pistol strapped to my thigh, my uniform a bit wrinkled from my shift in engineering. I was really looking forward to a shower and sleep, now I get to play tour guide and babysitter. Pulling my helm off, I rub a gloved hand along my neck trying to ease the tension in the muscles. The idea of a week R&R on Alderaan, nah, Coruscant, oh yeah, that lightens my mood. A small grin tugs at me and my steps quicken.

The door opens with a soft swish, barely heard over the familiar comforting hum of the engines. I scan the room, noting the duffle underneath my bunk mate's bed and vibroblade lying across the foot locker. No bunk mate.

Setting my helm on my foot locker, I hang my belt with holster and pistol in the weapons closet before sitting on the edge of my bed to remove my boots. A quick shower will ease my tension and then I can show this bunk mate around the Spire, maybe get some shut eye before I'm needed for anything else.

Boots off, I peel my socks off one by one and wriggle my toes in relief. Only thing I miss on Alderaan is the baths. Well nothing for it now. I'm not on Alderaan anymore; this is my new life, the life I chose. Not many on the Endar Spire are from Alderaan and even fewer have made the connection between my last name and the noble House of Ulgo. I stretch my legs in front of me, feeling the muscles pull with a dull ache.

Nimble fingers work the buckles and soon I'm relieved of my soiled uniform. I stare at the pile of gear and decide to ignore it for now. I grab a towel and head into the 'fresher only to stop, stunned at the door. The sight before me doesn't quite register. I'm not exactly sure why. I've been told to expect a new bunk mate but the body before me moves with such strength and grace, too magnificent for mere words.

I should look away. I shouldn't stare. It isn't right that I watch with blatant lust and desire. My body's reaction while taking in the muscular form displayed before me borders on harrassment and still I can't find the will to turn away. Marjo Stolar is taking a shower, fingers combing through cropped black hair, hands slide down tan skin, pausing at a tone calf, kneading a muscle and I watch, mesmerized. "Do you have strong hands?"

I'm startled out of my wicked thoughts, "Yes?" I clear my throat and try to again. "I've been told I do."

Marjo grins knowingly over a shoulder. "I have this krick in my neck. Think you can help me out with that."

"Are you sure it's me you want help from?" Knowing Marjo has seen me standing here, I brazenly rake my eyes along Marjo's delicious form and swallow past the lump in my throat. My loins are restless and stirring. It has been a long time since I've indulged in any sexual pleasures.

"Do you see anyone else here?" Marjo chuckles softly, the sound stirs me coiling in my belly. "I won't bite unless you want me to."

That snaps me out of my reverie. I toss my towel over the rod with the others. "You're Marjo Stolar?"

"Guilty." Marjo tires of waiting and takes my hand encouraging me. "And who are you?"

"I..." I can feel the warmth of the water and suddenly find it extremely difficult to control my body's reaction. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be. Stars, you're even tenser than I am." Marjo leads me further into the shower. "Now tell me, who are you?"

Standing under the shower, feeling the water flowing over me I feel the tension slip away. I run fingers through my cropped blond hair before responding. "I'm Trask Ulgo, your bunk mate."

Marjo purrs, "Oh, I think I'm going to like my time on the Endar Spire after all."

That purr travels quickly to my groin and I stifle a groan. Strong hands travel up my sides before raking nails down my back eliciting a soft moan that I don't bother to hide. I struggle with coherent thought. "I was assigned to you; keep you safe, show you around." Looking over my shoulder at Marjo, I have that nagging question prick at my brain again. "Why? I mean, you're..."

"Just a soldier, like you…" Marjo presses against my body, skin touching skin and we both shiver with desire. "You don't have to keep me safe, but I rather like the idea of you being assigned to me." Teeth teasingly nip at my skin and I surprise us both with my hungry growl. Pinning Marjo against the shower wall with my body, lips demanding compliance, tongues dancing, skin to skin, wet and wanting, Marjo's voice is breathless once our lips part, "Okay, I lied, I bite."