AN: Okay, here goes. xD I haven't written ANYTHING in the loooongest time. So long, in fact, that I have to use SkyDrive instead of Word. ^^'
So yeah, this is a written version of Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic 2: The Sith Lords (long title much? -.-) with my exile, Jay Skyla. It will follow the game in quests and planets and such, but I'll be putting my own twist on it in places. :3 It wouldn't really be fanfiction if I didn't, would it? :P The dialogue will be different, as my exile wouldn't chose those weird answers they offer you in the game, but I promise I won't stray from the characters' personality too much. She IS Light side, though she may not always seem so.
Now, *glasses* ONWARD! B]
Oh yeah, and I don't own Star Wars or the game or anything. :P
Chapter 1
Lost and Found
Stars. That was all I could see. Bright splotches on the backdrop of utter darkness. It was uplifting and depressing all at once. I thought of how similar the galaxy was to life. There were the bright spots, so true and lovely, and then the sea of darkness. The emptiness I felt reminded me of that black void. After Malachor...
Awaken...
With a jolt and a gasp, I fell to the floor. It was cold, partly because I was soaked, and partly because I was on the metal floor. Grasping my head, I peered around. Obviously I was just in a kolto tank, seeing as I was surrounded by them and I smelt like the stuff. I groaned softly at the pounding headache I had. Great way to kick off my day.
Standing, I found that I was drying very quickly. It was excessively hot in this room. Curious. I frowned at my underclothes and hair, both of which were sticking to me like glue. Luckily, I found a change of underclothes in the medical room outside. As I ran my fingers through my hair to get it back in the usual style, I started up the computer.
I wasn't the best with computers, but I was in luck today. I was given little trouble as I opened the doors to the morgue and the medical supplies room. I ignored the rest of the option completely, I only cared about getting out of here. Where ever 'here' was, that is.
I found simple medpacs in the storage room and moved on, slipping them into a small one-shouldered bag I also picked up. I doubted I would need them, but you never know. Walking quickly and soundlessly, I entered the morgue. There was nothing all too interesting, so I just picked up a simple plasma torch and turned to head on my way.
"Find what you are looking for amongst the dead?" a slow, creepy voice asked. The only other corpse, well, it isn't a corpse anymore, had risen and spoken. It was an old woman whose brown robes showed only the bottom half of her ugly face and two snow white braids. My eyes narrowed at the sound of her hoarse voice.
"Your voice was the one I heard in the kolto tank," I said accusingly. "Tell me, have I slept through the discovery of zombies? Or are you just horrid at playing dead?"
The old woman huffed, obviously unamused by my irritated gest. Hag. "I am Kreia. I was close to death, closer than I would like. I slept here and could not awake. I suppose my brain reached out unconsciously, and your mind must have been a willing one. Or have you been trained for such things?" she thought for a moment, "Do you know what happened to you?" She reminded me of a senile old woman ranting of things no one cares to listen about. Regardless, I kept up with her questions.
"Look, Frankenstein, I'm not interested in how you spoke to me or how close to dying you are, though I can't imagine anything as old as you being healthy. All I care about is getting off this rock. So tell me, are you going to prod through my mind further, or are you going to tell me what is going on?" I hissed. Oh, how I detest old senile people. I forgot this in my exile, since I was kind of, I dunno, exiled. Perhaps I was being a bit rude, but she can deal with it. She did intrude on my mind, after all.
"Hm. You were on the Harbinger when it was attacked. You were the only survivor, no doubt thanks to your Jedi training. Now, before you go denying it, your stance, your walk tells me you are a Jedi. Your walk is heavy, as if something is weighing you down."
I crossed my arms, glaring at the woman, Kreia. "My past is my own, and I'd like to focus on the task at hand, if you don't mind," I spat. Though I couldn't see her eyes, I could have sworn they crinkled in amusement. "Now, how do we get off this place, since I'm afraid a former dead person will be rather useless in getting information about this place."
"The ship we arrived in is still in this place. We should recover it and leave. We were attacked once, and I'm afraid they will not stop there. We may have to leave as suddenly as we arrived. Now off you go." She stopped, then added, "You also may wish to extend your search for some clothes, if only for proper first impressions." Though her expression never changed, the slight amusement in her tone made me want to hit something. Yeah, this hag is the old Jedi mentor type. Of course I get stuck with a nasty old woman who makes me do all the work. Great.
"Yeah, yeah, okay, fine. Just stay here, alright? I don't want you to be naggy and wounded," I grumbled, moving swiftly past her. I held the plasma torch firmly as I approached a broken door. I sucked with security as well, but I could tell this was beyond even the best slicer's ability. With a small huff, I bashed the door with the torch and watched it open with a loud creak.
There were dead things everywhere. A few were droids, a few were human. They were miners, based on the uniforms. That would mean this was some sort of mining facility. Well, there's something. Finally.
I searched the dead for things I could use and found a blaster, a vibrosword, and some basic parts. Now, I'm a good shot, but I much prefer melee weapons. I grabbed the vibrosword and stuffed everything else into my bag. I sighed as my path brought me into some hostile mining droids. They weren't meant for violent behaviors, so they were very weak and easy to cut down, even for me, who sucked with single-handed combat.
I continued in this manner, fighting and picking up parts off of the dead droids, until I found the security room. There were a few supply lockers, but I breezed right through the room after going through them. Shortly after, however, I was suddenly hit with another intrusion to my mind.
Be careful... there is much energy in the room beyond... yet it stems from nothing that lives...
"Kreia? What are you talking about?" I hissed, speaking out loud. I would reply in my mind, but that felt... foreign now that I lost the Force.
Can you not sense them? Reach out... cast aside your sight and what you see, and instead, reach out with your perceptions...
I clenched my fists, painfully reminded of my teachings at the Academy. Regardless, I closed my eyes and... felt them. The droids in the next room. Three of the bastards.
...Ah, you can feel them... the droids you cannot perceive, but the small amounts of energy... that you can feel echoing outwards...
"Yeah, now stay out of my head, will you? It's creepy," I mumbled.
Moving on, I killed the trio of droids just as easily as I had the pairs along the way. I was beginning to feel a rush. It was both adrenaline and something I couldn't name. I was about to shrug it off and move on when she interrupted me. Again.
Ah... you feel it. It is faint... but it is there. It is the Force you feel... it has not been so long as for you to forget.
No. Not again! It's tormenting me! The gift I should never have had, the Force, the curse upon me is returning! I tried my hardest to block it out, to remove it, but I couldn't.
Do not turn away from it. Listen... feel it echoing through you...
Her presence faded, but the familiar Force lingered. I was slowly regaining the ability to wield it, but for what purpose. Why now? It made no sense, and it was distressing. I flexed my fingers, sparks of energy faintly hopping off of them. My masters told me that Force Lightning was a Dark power, but I didn't find it so. I didn't use it to torture or to prolong the death of my enemy. It was a helpful way of dispatching many enemies at once in a quick manner. Whatever the reason, I had access to it once again. It was so familiar yet so foreign.
With a sigh, I moved on, only stopping when I saw a rather important looking console. I had dealt with the droids in the area, so I set my sword down to look at it. There was a security camera of a guy in a force cage, looking bored more than anything else. That must be the room behind that force-field covered door. I flicked off the shield and took my sword as I went over to the small prison. I felt Kreia trying to communicate with me again, but I used my regained power to push her away. I didn't want to deal with her now. The door opened and-
"Nice outfit. What, you miners change regulation uniforms while I've been in here?"
AN: Okay, so how's that for a first chapter? It took me forever, for I got distracted. ^^' Review please~
