GUESS WHO IS BACK AND WITH A NEW OBSESSION!

YEP, MEEE!

So, I recently played KotOR, and I fell in love with the Disciple/Mical. I like Atton just fine but still...

Ah well. Enjoy!

Keyn couldn't sleep. At all or very well. Kreia was right.

Kreia was right about everything, wasn't she? Reven had left to unknown regions, and Keyn was prophesied to pursue.

And what Kreia said about the Disciple (Um, pardon, Mical), must've been right...

He loved me, Keyn thought. Mical loves me.

But...

Keyn forced her fingers to search her pockets. Out, she produced a holocard with her name written. Memories. Oh, joy.

Standing up, she found her self stumbling towards the exit of the Ebon Hawk. She also found herself stagger into a strong chest.

''Pardon,'' she blandly remarked, not bothering to look up at who she soon realized was Mical.

"Where are you going?" He asked, slightly concerned.

"Out."

"Stop, wait, out?" Mical winced at her cold tone.

"Yes. I need to get my mind off this bucket and back in my head." Keyn gently brushed past him, giving him a nod of thanks for his concern.

The red sun started to sink behind the purple buildings, neon lights flickering on and shaming the stars into hiding.

She had been gone so long, Mandalore could see that her two admirers were anxious (though Atton was better at hiding it than Mical).

Madalore elected himself and Mira to forge on and seek the Jedi out.

"Let us see..." the redhead mused as she adjusted her lightsaber to only barely peek out under her coat. "Where does one find a depressed soul, sad and awkward about the few things in life? Ah yes," She carried on, gliding right over Mandalore's almost answer in order to answer herself. "We shall find that depressed and sinking soul in the bar." Mira pointed.

Whilst they walked, the duo were quiet. There was no need to speak, it was so loud on the walkways, in bars, even in the smallest of shops, they'd need to shout to be even barely heard.

They entered the bar, doing their best to be as discreet as one can be while walking and wandering around a planet full of people. Once they had entered, to their surprise, though, it was nearly empty. Empty but a bartender, a few rodians and humans, and one (assumably) very drunk Jedi.

Keyn, once they got closer and could absolutely see her face, was not drunk. She was quite tipsy, muttering in slurred Mando'a, and keeping her half-idled eyes on a tiny holoprojector playing on the table.

Mandalore kneeled down, talking (VERY SHOCKINGLY) kinda gentle in his native tongue. Keyn responded and laughed dizzly before her head collapsing on the table. Mandalore sighed, scooping up one of her arms and telling Mira to grab the other one, as well as whatever memory chip was in the holoprojector.

"Where was she?" Atton slid down the loading ramp to meet the trio. Once he saw Keyn drunkingly singing Mando'a nonsense, however, he got the answer.

"Wait!" Keyn almost shouted, eyes widening and head comming up. "Where's my disc? My memory disc..."

As soon as Mira offered it back, Keyn reached for it and barely managed to tuck it into her belt pocket. "Thankee, Mirria..." Keyn slurred before dropping her head back down. "Thas impor'nt t' me... 's mah diary..."

The next sound out of her was a yawn, a big, long yawn, and she fell asleep. She was still clutching her holochip, her diary, her life...

Whoo. Alrighty, I`m going on vacation up in Branson on Friday. I most likely will NOT have internet, but please still leave PMs and Reviews for me.

Thanks, see you next time!

-TT123