Yes well, another KoTOR thing I've written....this is for my little sister, whom played the game with her male character. She made her character be a guy because she didn't want to be a girl and break Carthy's heart later on. ^_^ She asked me to write about some things that happened to her in the game (and of course, invent things on my own ;) ) so here it is...A Day in the Life of Wembly: The Evil Sith Lord! Each chapter will be a different person's POV so you'll haveta read the chapter name to know who's talkin...oh and this is also when they're all ready looking for the Star Maps...didn't feel like writing about Taris :-P Just as a side-note, thoughts are in brackets, [Like this! NOW READ FOOLISH MORTAL!!!!!!]

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[Damn. Bastila's looking at me again. Should I say anything? Hmm...knowing her...probably not. Yup, I'll just wait for her to say something...no problem...I can wait...ahhh to Hell with waiting!]

"Any reason you keep staring at me Bastila or are your eyes just drawn to me?" I asked her nonchalantly. I amused myself by watching her face turn slightly red with either embarrassment or anger, couldn't tell which one, and also watched her mouth open and close a few times. She finally regained her composure and said to me haughtily, "First off, I've just been observing you, watching you. Secondly, you aren't the type of guy that any woman in her right mind would be looking at. Thirdly, speaking of such things is a breach of the Jedi Code and such thoughts can lead to the Dark Side..."

[And she's off ladies and gentlemen] I thought to myself as I sighed and rolled my eyes, subjugating myself to another one of Bastila's talks about the way a "proper" Jedi should act. I glanced over at Canderous who was obviously trying not to laugh and shrugged helplessly. The Mandalorian grinned wickedly and went back to fixing Carth's blaster, which had been stolen by Mission, sat upon by Zaalbar, and obviously had broken. The Wookie still was grumbling something about how people shouldn't just leave things lying around. Mission was smartly avoiding Carth at all costs, ducking behind whatever would provide as a good cover whenever he approached. Not that I blamed her...Carth could be a whiny little baby sometimes, always going on about how he was going to kill Saul Karath for killing his family or pet dog or whatever. I hadn't really been paying attention when he finally told me that story. Oh well, I'm sure it was filled with "poor poor me" and "why me?! WHY ALWAYS ME?!". Pheh. Carth should just get a life. Wait a minute. Where was I? Oh yes! Bastila! I quickly glanced over at her and saw her mouth still moving steadily and sighed dejectedly.

As she paused for a breath of air, I quickly cut in, saying "Bastila. Please. Just shut up. I'm sick and tired of your preaching about the Dark Side. If you want me to hear out all you have to say is...well...scratch that. With your knowledge of the Dark Side, why don't you write a book? That way, I can read it whenever I want, and stop when I get bored. With you it's constant "Yadda yadda yadda EVIL!!! Yadda yadda BAD!! Yadda yadda DON'T TOUCH THAT GIZKA! Blah blah blah." So...just be quiet."

I realized as soon as the words left my mouth they were a mistake. Bastila's eye started twitching and she set her jaw and stormed off haughtily. "Errr...I'm in trouble..." I muttered to myself. I heard Canderous laugh behind me and then heard him say, "You sure are. Listen Romeo, telling a woman to shut up is about as smart as asking for her weight. It's one of those unwritten laws that you should never break. And in the case of one of them being broken, avoid said woman for as long as you can." I glared at the Mandalorian who just smirked and walked off, Carth's blaster in hand. I shook my head, wondering if I'd ever understand that man.

"Wembly! Quick! Bastila is on the war path! Hide!!!" I heard someone yell. I turned around and saw Mission standing there, eyes wide with terror. Once again, I don't blame her. Bastila on the war path is about as scary as an angry Wookie in a tutu. I quickly bolted to my room and locked the door. Knowing that wouldn't stop Bastila for long, I searched my room until I found a pen and a piece of paper. I sat down at my table and wrote as fast and legibly as I could, "I, Wembly, being of sound mind and impending death in about...5 seconds, do hereby donate my lightsabers to Mission (Just don't cut yourself kid, 'cause you can't come cryin to me when you do), my armor to Canderous (Honestly Canderous, you aren't invincible! Stop running into battle wearing only a heavy combat suit!), and whatever food or food wrappers that are still in my room to Zaalbar (Be grateful!). The rest of my material goods are to be put in a box and buried so deep no one will find them. Don't ask, just do it!"

As soon as I finished writing the last exclamation mark, Bastila burst in, eyes flashing with anger and cheeks burning red. [Yup, I'm dead.] I thought to myself. Yet my fears were unfounded because she just flopped on my bed and started punching my pillow. I just stood there blinking at her a while before I finally regained my senses. I smirked as I said, "You know Bastila, you shouldn't give in to your anger. It can lead to the DARK SIDE!!!" She shot me a venomous glare that made me cringe away from her. She sighed and said, "I'm sorry. But do you know what Mission just did?!" I stared at her blankly and she said, "Go take a look for yourself!" and pointed in the direction of her room. I looked at her, looked in the direction she was pointing, shrugged and walked off. I strode into Bastila's room and looked around, immediately spotting what had put Bastila in such a foul mood. Not only where every bit of make-up the vain Jedi owned opened, examined, used, then broken, but there were lightsaber slices everywhere. I burst into laughter, fell over, and rolled on the ground laughing. I felt someone kick me sharply and glanced up to see Bastila towering over me, glowering down at me. I grinned sheepishly, pushed myself up and ran out, leaving Bastila to clean up the mess that were the results of Mission's latest adventure.