Hello my readers. I have recently… or not so recently taken a little vacation from writing fan fictions and I have also taken a change in what I write my stories about!! I feel like writing a KOTOR fic. Woo for KOTOR!! Am I right?

Disclaimer: I don't own Starwars KOTOR 1 or 2 T.T

This story is going to take place approximately a year after the end of the second game. The main character is a seventeen year-old scout living on Nar Shadaa after Revan and the exile are gone into the unknown regions of space…..

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Chapter One: Common Interests

Of course I knew of Revan! Who didn't? She was a ruthless sith ruler, plotting and planning to take down the planets. She then lost her memory after a fight with Bastilla Shan and defeat by her apprentice Malak. After teaming up with Captain Carth Onasi, Bastilla, and other important allies, she achieved redemption. Along with all of that, she was beautiful and smart. Anyone who was anyone knew of her tale. I hoped for her return. We needed her aid now more than ever.

The Exile who went in search of her was less known to me. It makes since since she had been exiled after Malachor VI. She was a great leader who was misunderstood by everyone including the Jedi council. After defeating Revan's old master, she left those she loved behind to go in search of Revan, for she knew it was her fate.

I walked the streets of the Smuggler's moon as I pondered the fate of the two heroes. The smell permeated my senses and made me gag. It was probably very noticeable that I was not from the planet. I acted like a complete and total off-worlder , which I was. I was supposed to blend in, which was one of my least developed skills.

I heard whispers of the thugs and refugees.

"Look at that strange one," some muttered in varied languages.

One twi'lek man even ventured so far as to point a blaster at me and demand credits I didn't have. Luckily a security droid was there in enough time to stun the man.

I now found myself walking to the Cantina in the refugee sector. Surprisingly, it was one of the safer places on the planet, filled with friendly droids and bartenders to serve me concentrated juices to pass away my time on the planet and to give me needed information about my Jedi heroes.

That's right. I was a 17 year-old scout who was in search of what the Republic was in dire need of. Rescuers.

"Ah, Miss," exclaimed the old bartender who had been feeding me information, " Back again are ye?"

"Yup. I haven't gotten enough leads to catch a shuttle off planet yet. I'm hoping something will turn up soon," I said to the man who had actually met the free-spirited exile.

"Well," he said, a smile stretching across his withered and spotted face, " I think I have just what you are looking for."

"What? What is it," I demanded as I leaned in to the counter, excited by the recent breakthrough.

"There was a young man in here earlier asking me the same questions that you asked me when you first traipsed in here," he said eagerly.

"Really now," I said , " I might have to find him. He might help me. Do you know where I could find him?"

"Well, he's about your age with…if I recall correctly jet black hair. He mentioned something about going to the Docks to see if he could find something there. His name is…I want to say…. Ethan. Nice fellow. Not too good at pazaak. The total opposite of you miss."

"Gee thanks, Ed," I said as I waved and walked away, " See ya around sometime."

He waved back and then the sliding doors to the Cantina closed behind me.

After a short walk with very cautious steps, trying to avoid falling in a hole, I reached the Docks.

The ports and Pylons were buzzing with trade and communications. The people were busy and wouldn't have noticed a 5 foot 2 human if I had shot them in the knee with a Peragian Mining Laser.

I soon heard a few… abnormal shouts and cries of what sounded like help. I rounded the corner to find a devaronian, a twi'lek, and a duro thug pointing black marketed guns at a boy who fit the description of the boy that Ed had described. I pulled out my stun blaster, which would only, as the name implies, stun, but it might save the boy's life.

I raised the pistol to eye level and shot it into the back of the twi'lek, then the duro, then the devaronian. Each grunted in shock and fell to the ground. When I was sure the thugs were unconscious, I ran to the boy, grabbed his wrist and dragged him all of the way back to the safety of the refugee sector's cantina.

"You okay," I questioned as I eyed him up and down, looking for, any signs of bleeding.

"Yes," he said in between pants, " I'm fine. Thanks by the way."

"It was no problem, by the way, I'm Kira Roul," I said, smiling and holding out my hand.

He took my hand and replied with, " Nice to meet you, I'm Ethan Bruit."

"If you don't mind my asking," I said with a glance, "Why were they chasing you?"

"it's a long story," he said with a sigh.

"I've got time. Plus, I think we have common interests, and I might need your help."