Author's notes: Trying a more conventional and easier story, other than a a T3-M4 story, while Kerc Venis may be a cardboard cut out, good 'ol Jef, isn't on the other hand a cardboard cut out. I will still keep everything in line with the actual game for some major points, until the very end but thats it.
Man, when the book 'Revan' comes out and finally tells all...fanfiction for KotOR may completely go down the tubes.
The Ballad of Jefardi Owwaullis: Prologue Part I
Dreams. Dreams are a funny thing, merely vivid representations of your minds as they wizz by. Full of insanity that seems perfectly believable at the time. You may see a thousand life times past in a few dreams are almost entirely influenced by things that have happened recently like failing a paper, losing a bet, buying something new, meeting new people and so forth and so on. Yet every so often, its not by what happened to you recently but rather what is happening to you at the present.
For instance, I went from winning a sabacc game with a perfect twenty in pazaak and becoming a multi-trillionaire, to having gizkas and tachs, giant sized ones too, like the difference between normal marshmallows and the super-sized ones, being thrown at me. And exploding on contact. Then they turned into Ewoks, exploding flaming Ewoks. Who punched me in the face...wait a second...that not exploding flaming Ewoks...thats the ship.
Kark.