On the outskirts of Mandalorian space, a lone Peace Brigade ship was fleeing from a Mandalorian frigate. The PB ship was not made for speed, but it could easily take apart the light frigate chasing it. This fact caused the captain to choose cautious, "Keep our distance at a thousand meters," he told his crew. These Brigadiers were going to pay for helping the Yuuzhan Vong, if he had anything to do with it. They had gone way off their patrol path, and were out of communications range with any Mandalorian ships.
"Sir, if we keep following, we will run into a Yuuzhan Vong patrol," the second in command said as he approached him.
The captain turned to his second, and sneered. It was obvious that he didn't want him there, and that he only held rank as second because no one else could defeat him in combat, "Then prepare a boarding party clone," his voice laced with venom.
"As you command," Belvin bowed to the captain, an empty gesture; one the former commando had given many times in his time as a Mandalorian. Belvin turned on an about-face, and walked off the bridge to get his boarding party ready. It was a select group, no bigger than twenty men. Each man held a contempt for Belvin due to his origin, but that wouldn't be a problem on a mission. For them every moment would be life or death, no petty grudges or segregation would change that. His team stood inside of a large airlock, each one of them crouched on the ground waiting. Even though the inertia dampener, and artificial-gravity generators were active, they could feel the ship suddenly speed up, and reorient itself. The airlock opened a few seconds later, sending all twenty mandalorians towards the Peace Brigade cruiser. Each one of them simultaneously activated their jump jets, not enough to send them back towards the emptiness that their ship once inhabited, but enough to keep them from injury when they attached to the hull.
"Alright, start cutting," Belvin ordered as he took out his held the blaster cannon with one hand, a feat made easier with the zero-gravity environment that they were in now. A Mandalorian in red armor brought out an energy blade, and began cutting the door of the airlock open. He was probably the only other person more hated on the ship than he was. Karshan Larson, the son of a late General of the Madndalorian army. The cause of death was death in honorable battle, his opponent in said battle, was Karshan himself. Many of the rumors going around the ship were that he was a force sensitive and trained himself in basic uses. There wasn't any evidence to back that claim up, but it still got around pretty fast after he transferred to the ship.
Once Karshan finished cutting the airlock open, he was the first through, followed by Belvin, then the rest of the boarding party. When they were all inside, the last soldier through sealed the outer airlock back up, and Karshan opened the inner one. They had one goal, disable the weapon's systems. Belvin took he lead, keeping the blaster canon raised and ready to fire. It wasn't long before they encountered a Peace Brigade patrol, but the Mandalorians were able to dispatch the two before they could even raise their own. The blaster fire didn't go unheard though, evident because there was the sound of armored boots pounding against the metal floor of the cruiser. Belvin turned to his men, "Half of you go to the weapon's batteries, and disable them. The other half stay with me and hold this brigadiers off."
Immediately ten of the Mandalorians split off from the group and ran down the corridor to their left. Belvin himself took cover in one of the opened doorways, waiting for the enemy to come around the corridor. The moment the first one appeared, he opened fire, the automatic cannon ripping the girl to shreds. Belvin felt a pang of guilt hit his heart, but did not let it suppress his instincts. If they didn't die, he would, and he would be damned before he let anyone kill him because he felt guilty. He heard a body hit the floor behind him, and without even having to look back, knew they were coming from both sides. He took cover inside of the room, to avoid the blaster fire. He saw that Karshan had ducked into the room across the hall, along with two other Mandalorians. There was at least four of them left, and they were getting swarmed by the Peace Brigade. He took out his holo-communicator and opened a channel to the other team, "How close are you to the weapon's systems?" He shouted over boasted fire.
"Give us five minutes-" the rest of the message became garbled when an ion grenade went off just outside the door.
"Some of a sith-spawn!" Belvin shouted as his HUD went out. He threw the holo-communicator to the wall, and aimed his gun at the door.
The two Mandalorians that were with Karshan ran out of their cover and fired at the enemies. Belvin estimated that they were able to get at least five or six down, before their shields and armor failed them. The hail of blaster bolts stopped for just a second, then a Twei'lek shouted, "Search the rooms for more!"
Belvin looked at Karshan, who's helmet was now off. He sat crossed legged in the doorway, when everything around him began to float. There was a cry of panic, and people shouting "Jedi!"
Belvin used the distraction to throw two thermal detonators, both in different directions. The resulting explosions got anyone focusing on the floating objects, and said objects to fall to the ground. Belvin grabbed the blaster canon that was on the ground and ran out of the room. He did a quick sweep of the corridor outside, and determined that all the Brigadiers were either dead or unconscious. He looked over at Karshan, "So, you really are a force-sensitive." His voice wasn't vindictive, or judgmental, just a statement.
"You don't care that I'm force-sensitive?" Karshan asked as he brushed his red hair back, so that he could put his helmet back on.
"Not at all, it saved us," Belvin's HUD came back on, "I shouldn't hate something that saved my life."
"Thank you," Karshan said as he nodded, "Should we try to make it to the weapon's control?"
"No, we have to stop this ship."
"Engine room?"
"Engine room," and without another word the two ran off to turn the engines off. Belvin hoped that the other team was doing better than they were, but quickly shook the thought out of his head. If they failed, they failed, and he and Karshan would have to pick up the slack, and destroy the ship.
Getting to the Engineering deck wasn't hard once they got to a turbo-lift. Luckily for the two Mandalorians the main engineering console was only thirty meters in front of them. Belvin then realized a problem, "I have no idea how to work an engine."
Karshan chuckled lightly as he took out the blaster pistol on his hip, "Don't worry, me and machines go together as much as a... umm, Jedi and lightsaber?"
"Then shut down these engines," Belvin replied as he ran out of the turbolift. There were three engineers on duty, and probably more on the other side of the Hyperspace drive. Belvin took out his Vibro-knife, and put the Blaster cannon on his back. His footsteps muffled by loud sounds of the engine rooms, allowing him to sneak up on the first on unnoticed. He stabbed the knife through the back of the man's neck. Killing him instantly. He heard a light hum, and turned around to see Karshan kill the other two with a well placed saber slash. Belvin took the duty as a look-out as Karshan went to the terminal, and began changing the engine codes, and power scales. The engine room suddenly became silent, and Belvin took this as a sign that Karshan had done as he'd been ordered to.
Karshan jogged over to Belvin was standing and nodded, when his comm link beeped, "If any of you are getting this, we just disabled the weapon batteries."
Karshan put his wrist to his mouth to speak, "This is Karshan, we just deactivated the engine, everyone but me and first officer Belvin died honorably in combat."
Before the other team could respond, the ship's intercom activated, "This is Captain Tarek of the Peace's Hope! I will not allow this ship to fall into your filthy Mandalorian hands."
The Ship's computer sounded after him, "Attention all crew members, the ship will detonate in three minutes."
Belvin's eyes widened as he grabbed Karshan by the shoulder and dragged him to the turbolift, "I saw the escape pods on the way here," he said as he pressed the button for the floor they had been on before.
"What about the others?" Karshan asked as he looked at Bevin.
He shook his head, "They won't make it in time," he told younger Mandalorian, "As much as I want to wait for them, they are already dead."
The words made Karshan's eyes narrow, "Who are you to make that choice?"
"Look at the facts kid, something tells me that every member aboard this ship is trying to make it to the escape pods now. We'll be lucky if we can get one."
Karshan looked down, and Belvin knew that he convinced the red armored Mandalorian.
When the turbo lift stopped, and opened on the floor that they were going to, there were people running through the halls, trying to make it to the escape pods. It was just as Belvin predicted. Belvin fired his blaster cannon into the hallway as he ran, tearing anyone that got in the way down. He heard Karshan's energy saber behind him cutting down anyone that tried to fire into his back. Together the two of them made it to the escape pods, only to find one left. The pod only had enough room for the two of them, not including Belvin's blaster cannon. Belvin put the blaster down and sighed, "We had a good run," he said to the cannon, he stepped into the pod and waited for Karshan to step into it. Once the two of them were in the pod, Belvin closed the hatch and sent the pod off. Not five seconds after the pod launched the ship exploded, shaking the pod. The two men inside hit their heads on the hull and knocked out.
Over 4,000 years in the past.
Bastila had barely escaped Revan's flagship alive with Revan himself in her custody. The woman was heavily injured, and would need medical attention if they were to live. The other three Jedi that had survived the attack looked at her, "What do we do now Master Shan?" the female asked, she was holding her ribs, obviously wounded from the heated battle with the dark lord of the Sith.
Bastila had given the subject much thought, and decided on one thing; Revan was too big of an asset to just eliminate, now that Malak had the throne of the Sith empire. She closed her eyes for a moment, "If we kill Revan, then the Sith will crush the Jedi order," she said in an indifferent voice, There is no emotion, "I'm going to attempt to alter Revan's memory so that she'll think she is a republic recruit."
"That is venturing into the dark side of the force Master Shan," one of the men told her, voicing his objection at the thought of her using the dark side.
"I know what it is," she told him, her voice steeled against any objection, "This isn't up for a vote, in war, sacrifices will be made."
The three knights were now silent, any objection to the idea gone from their mind. Bastila took a deep breath as she took off Revan's mask. She was a beautiful girl. Her face was the shape of a heart, and her thin lips making her face that much bigger. Her hair was a deep blue, whether it was from dyes or a natural genetic mutation, Bastila didn't know. Had she not been trying to kill them a few minutes ago, she might have thought that the girl was innocent. Bastila took a deep breath and began to focus. She went through Revan's mind, erasing the memories of her past, and replacing them with the memories of being a normal child, not being force-sensitive. Her parents would be Republic soldiers, a family tradition going back ten generations. She learned the languages of all of her friends that she went to school with, and by the time she was 17, she knew more than most major languages. She enlisted in the republic military at the age of 19, where she went through scout specialization, just like her mother. It was a gloss over of a life, enough to convince anyone that they were someone else. Now all she needed to do was give Revan a new name. She thought about it for a second, "Danisa Kwinn."
After she finished with erasing Revan's past, and giving life to Danisa Kwinn, Bastila felt light-headed. As if, she used more energy than she usually would. "Send a report to the council. Tell them what I have done... and that I am going to forge a record for a woman named Danisa Kwinn."
"Yes Master," the second male knight nodded and went to the holo-terminal to send the report.
"What do we do now?" the female knight asked.
"Take us to the nearest Republic fleet." Bastila answered as she sat down, "There should be one orbiting Taris."
"I'll set the course now, what are you going to do about Re- No, Danisa Kwinn?"
"I'm going to request her transfer to the Endar Spire. I'm sorry, but I need to rest," she told the Knight.
"I understand Master." Both Knights left Bastila alone to let her rest, while they took care of their wounds.
Well, here is the first chapter of this story that I'm now officially working on. Let me know what you guys think of the first chapter, if you have any questions, please be sure to let me know in the reviews section. Thank you all, and I know it has been ten fucking years since KOTOR one came out, and I was only 8 when I last played it, but I don't give a fuck, that was a great game!
