Whenever I played KOTOR 2, I always thought about what the exile might actually be thinking along the way. I might do more than one chapter, might not, just at scattered points throughout the game. Also, the dialogue and actions will be a bit off from the game to avoid annoying repetition.

Disclaimer: I do not own Knights of the Old Republic or any of its characters.

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Peragus.

Even when I was sent into exile, after I became deaf to the universe around me, I never thought I'd enter a world so quiet. My thin shoes made a muted clanking sound as I cautiously walked through the facility, feeling the unexplained need to keep even my breathing quiet. I seemed to be in a control room of sorts, a place where I could probably send a distress signal. Then Kreia and I would be able to leave this forsaken place.

I heard them before I saw them. Three droids emerged from hiding, but they didn't surprise me. I dispatched them as easily as the others, without very much thought to them. Their aim, as always, was terrible, and they were armed with only mining lasers, nothing more. I looked around to be sure no more would come, then began searching for more items that might be of use to me. There was a door off to my left, so I opened it with the push of a button. There could be weapons better than the rusty sword I was using.

When I stepped into the room, however, I found something far different from a weapon.

"Well, hello there." said the man sitting on the floor of the holding cell. "Nice outfit. Did you miners change dress code regulations while I was in here? Can't say I'm disappointed."

"Who are you?" I asked, voice oddly quiet. Interesting. I couldn't manage to shake the need for silence.

"The name's Atton. Atton Rand." he said, getting to his feet. "Excuse me if I don't shake your hand. The field causes only mild electrical burns."

"Fun." I commented. "What are you doing in here?"

"They said I violated some trumped-up regulation or another." he said casually. I figured he'd be leaning against the side of the field at this point if it wouldn't harm him. He seemed more calm than the situation allowed. "They stopped listening to me shortly before they stopped feeding me. If you want to know more, take it up with security."

"If I could find them, I would." I said. "As it stands, everyone is dead."

"Dead?" he asked, showing no surprise. "Well, I guess that explains why nobody's shown up. Though, to be honest, I didn't expect anyone to, anyway."

"Look, just tell me what this place is." I said. "I don't like it, and I want to know how to get off."

Atton chuckled. "You mean you didn't come here on purpose? I'm shocked, truly." I narrowed my eyes, but he continued. "It's called Peragus. A mining facility. And if you want to leave, I suggest you start by getting a ship."

"Well, what happened here?" I asked instead, hoping he might have a better answer for me.

"Before, or after the Jedi?" he asked, surprising me. What Jedi? Kreia? "Either way, story's pretty short. See, this Jedi showed up, and, of course, that means trouble." he said easily. "But some of the miners got it into their incredibly witty heads that, since the Jedi was unconscious, they could collect the bounty the Exchange has posted for live Jedi. Of course, what passes for the law around here didn't exactly take to that idea, and the two sides started fighting. Then there was some explosion, I was sitting here for a long time... Then you showed up in your underwear and things got a whole lot better."

I rolled my eyes, not exactly embarrassed. "You're real smooth, aren't you?" I observed cynically.

He blinked, looking at me with a curious expression. "Hang on a second... You're that Jedi, aren't you? The one they brought in here."

No, idiot. If I was a Jedi, I wouldn't be talking to you in my underwear, now, would I? "Listen, are you useful or not? I don't have to let you out of here if there's no point." I said.

"Judging from the fact that you know nothing about this facility, I'd say I'm pretty damn useful to you." he said calmly. "You gonna get me out of here, or what?"

I narrowed my eyes a little. "Fine. But the first sign of you being untrustworthy, your head hits the ground, okay?"

"As fond as I am of you interrogating me in your underwear, I really think we should get a move on." he suggested. I hit the button on the panel, and the yellow field descended around him. "Great. You got a name, sweetheart, or should I just call you Charming and be done with it?"

I regarded him for a moment. "Jess. Jess Rindor."

"Well, Jess, how's about we see if we can't find a ship." he said with a smirk, gesturing for me to exit the room first.