Well, my first chapter of my first story XD. My take on KOTOR II: TSL. Read and Review, but flames will be ignored/used to heat my house. Enjoy!
Oh, yeah, Star Wars belongs to George Lucas, I own nothing but Anaya Starrunner Girin Myralar.
A small freighter was adrift in space. It was heavily damaged, with holes in the hulls and carbon scoring the whole thing over. On board were several corpses, a comatose Jedi, and a small utility droid designated T3-M4. The T3 unit reactivated itself, and noticed it had sustained considerable damage. Nevertheless, it went about the ship, repairing it's broken components, patching the hull and generally making it operational. It retrieved mines off the hull, and flew it to a mining facility in the nearby Peragus facility, miraculously avoiding the asteroids, loaded with their highly explosive Peragian fuel. It was pulled into a hangar, and…
…Anaya Starrunner awakened on the floor of a room filled with kolto tanks. She felt strange effects, as if drugged. She shook off the haze, and inspected herself. Her brown hair hung raggedly off her head, and she was dressed in the short-sleeved and -legged jumpsuit she wore for undergarments. She looked around, seeing the display screen on the ground showing the status of the tanks and their occupants. There were panels on the wall that masked the switches and wires in the wall, and a large door in front of her. She walked toward the door after she had regained full consciousness,, and opened it easily. Down the wall was a door that was smoking and shaking, as if trying to open but being unable to. No good, she thought to herself. She tried the door to her left, but it was locked from a remote source. Walking further down the hall found another door that opened manually and without lock picking, and after it had allowed her inside she saw it was an administration room of sorts for the med bay. She walked over to the console that was near the transparasteel window and began looking through it's files. She went through the logs and found that a small freighter had found it's way to the facility without drift charts, and that there was one survivor (she assumed it was herself), and was saddened to find that no one else had survived. The recordings informed her that her Jedi status had been found out, and that there had been several accidents with fuel detonations, involving malfunctioning droids. Abandoning the records, she checked for patient lifesigns, discovering that she was the sole survivor of the entire med bay. Checking the treatment, she was horrified to see that all tanks had received a lethal dose of sedatives. She concluded that her Jedi training allowed her to resist the killing medicine, and moved on. Accessing the "Functions" screen, she saw that the morgue could be unlocked, but to be safe she checked the camera, revealing the obvious fact that there were no living amongst the dead. She noticed an option to access storage, and unlocked the closet. Looking though the containers, she salvaged some medical chemicals and a field medical kit, or medpac. She then returned to the console and unlocked the morgue, and upon entering, began the gruesome task of searching the dead. She began with a miner at the back of the room, and retrieved a plasma torch when she was shocked into stillness and silence by an old woman inquiring of her, "Have you found what you are looking for amongst the dead?" After looking back and forth between the woman and the bed where she had been lying, Anaya sputtered out the question, "Who are you?"
The old woman replied, "I am Kreia, and I am your rescuer as you are mine. Do you recall what has happened?"
Mystified, Anaya replied, "Last I recall, I was aboard the Republic warship Harbinger…what happened to it?"
Without a trace of the surprise Anaya felt, Kreia said, "It was fell victim to an attack, of which -you- were the sole survivor. Surely it does no surprise you that you, no doubt a result of your Jedi training."
Anaya shook her head, the shock fading, and replied, "I am no longer a member of the Jedi Order."
Kreia repeated Anaya's gesture, saying, "Your stance, your walk, your bearing tell me you -are- a Jedi. It is heavy, as if your are weighed down by something you cannot see."
Anaya said with some difficulty, "The Order and I have a somewhat…difficult history."
Kreia said knowingly, "Indeed. Keep your past, let us focus on the present."
Anaya was wholly lost now, and said resignedly "Very well, what is going on? How did we get here?"
"I do not know. I was removed from the events of the world in my slumber. But I know that the ship we arrived in is still in this place. We must retrieve it and leave."
"Why must we leave? Is there some danger?"
Kreia replied to this impatiently, "We were attacked once, and they will not stop hunting us so easily. Without knowledge, transport and weapons we shall be easy prey indeed."
Anaya felt the resolve she had known years ago- in a time she had tried to bury. "I shall search for our ship- and weapons."
Kreia replied dryly, "You may also wish to seek clothing, if only to make a proper first impression."
Anaya remembered her current attire and colored slightly in the cheeks. "Right, well, off I go. I will return soon to check on you." And with that, plasma torch in hand, Anaya set off to explore this strange place.
Anaya's first obstacle was the broken door. After a minute of thinking, she decided to simply cut it open with the torch. When she went into the next room, she found a couple of corpses clutching vibroblades next to a destroyed mining droid. She picked up the vibroblades, pleased that she could use her preferred style of dual-wielding, and walked into the next room. Upon opening the door, she was fired upon by two mining droids. Being mining droids and nod warbots, the missed every shot and she easily cut them down. While the corpse's clothes were destroyed, their belts were not, and she put one on, holstering a mining pistol she found on a corpse in the next room. She continued through the rooms, but felt strange when she cut down a group of droids. Then a voice invaded her mind, much like when she floated in the tank.
*Be careful, there is much energy in the room beyond, but not from the living.*
Baffled, Anaya spoke through the link with her thoughts, *Kreia, is that you?*Kreia ignored the question. *The droids' electricity gives off energy. You can use that to sense them, though they are not among the living.*
Anaya took that as a warning, hefted her blades, and charged into the room, cutting down all of the droids easily, with only a grazing shot to her left arm, causing a mild burn.
Rather than answering, Kreia said, *What is it you feel?**I feel…odd. Like was deaf, but can see again…*Pleased, Kreia replied *It is the Force you feel. It has returned to you, after all these years…*This time, Kreia remained silent, and Anaya continued into the a room that looked like the security office. She was about to log onto the console, when there was some banging on the locker doors…from inside. She opened the door…and I tumbled out. Now, let me tell you who I am. I'm a fifteen-year-old male human with short brown hair, brown eyes, and slightly tanned white skin. At the moment there, I was wearing my favorite tan pants, boots an inch higher than my ankle, and grey tunic over a tan shirt. I dusted myself off and, in answer to her shocked look, said, "Oh, hi, I'm Girin Myralar, at your service." I gave a slight bow.
*It has been so long…I had forgotten.*
She sputtered for a second, and said, "Erm, Anaya Starrunner. How did you…" she drifted off.
I grinned, "Get in the security locker? Easy. When the droid started going berserk, I hid in there. The security chief fought them off for a while, but…" It was my turn to drift off, with a sad look. I brightened up quickly. "But, hey, at least the Jedi is alive!"
She gave me that surprised look again. "Why does everyone think I'm a Jedi?"
I gave her a look. "Well, are you?"
"Well, I used to be. But I was exiled."
"Really?
"Two days?"
I shrugged. "About one, actually. They didn't get through security and the miners until about 8 PM, and it's about…" I checked my chronometer, "10 AM. "
"How old are you, exactly?"
I shrugged. "You mean, what's a teenager doing in a mining facility, right?"
She nodded.
"Well, this fifteen-year-old stowed away on a freighter two months ago to escape trouble on the Station, and they had to keep me here until the next freighter came in. At least they didn't make me mine."
Anaya didn't look reassured. "I hate to ask a child this…but can you fight?"
I glared for a second. "I may be young, but I'm no child. And I can shoot a blaster just fine. I qualified for the TSF once…but they got a hold of my birth records."
She appeared about to comment, but shut her mouth, and handed me the plasma torch, a mining laser, and a stealth field generator belt with a holster off the security chief. "Here, but try and let me fight." I nodded, and we set off.