I do not own KOTOR or Star Wars only Lyn

Please forgive me if I get some of the lines from the game wrong. This story will go with Sion's point of view for a while before later on switching to the Exile's so please be patient with me.

A Scarred Visage

Sion had studied the Exile's image often in his hunt of her like a student would study a book, memorizing its pages and story till one could recite it by heart. She had a slim almost delicate form barely over 5ft with short ragged blond hair that came to just below her chin, but the holo did little beyond provide her basic image. It wasn't till his eyes came across her for the first time that he decided the cold images of the hologram did little by her.

When he brought the Harbinger to dock he had first thought to send his assassins out to find the small group almost surprised to find that they had been bold enough instead to tread upon his stolen vessel. He watched them through the force observing them as they went from room to room filled with naught but the dead and his silent assassins till finally he could wait no longer. In the silence of the empty ship and the low hum of the dying flickering lights he stepped from the shadows watching as they turned to face him the broken jedi stepping towards him her face absent of the fear or the disgust that he thought it would reflect at the sight of his grotesque features. Instead he was met with a look of resilience and fierce protectiveness even of those she barely knew coupled with burning eyes the deepest green of jungles and forests bristling with life and yet also death. He had never noticed her eyes in the holo yet now they had his utmost attention and for a while things seemed to still time slowing.

"I am not defenseless this fight is mine alone." Spoke Kreia and with the hiss of durasteel doors the moment was gone.

Lyn stumbled slightly as the durasteel doors freed her from whatever strange spell the sith had cast on her yet the image of one scarred white eye and one deep brown were burned into her mind. Shaking her head she turned to Atton. "Come on we need to get moving we have to reach that fuel line." She murmured her voice commanding yet heavy with other thoughts.

"Yeah we definitely don't want to stick around for him to deal with us once he's done with the old lady." Muttered Atton as the two dashed down the halls quickly unlocking the doors to the engine room. Lyn had only managed to take three steps towards the fuel line when the pain came. Her hand! Her hand felt as though it had been dipped in molten carbonite as her vibroblade fell from her grasp to the floor in a clatter echoed by a strangled gasp from her.

"What? What's wrong!?" Asked Atton his eyes going wide with concern as he rushed to her side helping to hold her up. "Damn it don't give out on me!" He yelled as she gained some control once more the sensation dimming.

"I-it's nothing let's keep moving." She spoke looking up at him reaching down to pick up her vibroblade once more still weak on her feet. They both knew it wasn't nothing, but for now they had no choice but to move.

It wasn't long before they were once more on the Ebon Hawk the droid T3 with them as Lyn gunned down sith. With the addition of Kreia they took off trying desperately to escape the asteroid fields and the republic cruise in route behind them.

"Fire for the port engines we want them alive." Ordered Sion from where he stood of the bridge of the Harbinger watching the small smuggling vessal try desperately to evade them dodging the floating debree as they fired at it. Then quite suddenly it was gone the whole crew stilling as they looked towards their master almost feeling his anger rolling off him.

"Captian." He spoke one of the sith in uniform stepping foreword his eyes going wide as suddenly he found a lightsaber portuding from his chest. Making a wet gurgling noise he collapsed to the ground dead.

"Let that be a reminder. Make way to Malachor for now I will retire to my chambers do not disturb me till our arrival." Sion spoke shutting down his lightsaber as he turned exiting the bridge a silent sigh of relief coming from those in the room at the absence of their leader.

Stalking down the halls he paused outside of one of the guest chambers staring at the door. He had claimed this room as his own yet how ironic that before him this was where the Exile had laid her head. Stepping within Sion paused raking his eyes over the plain room as if expecting to see some sign of it's former occupant the door slid closing behind him with a hiss. He saw nothing knowing all to well that she had stopped here to collect what little possessions she had in her short run through with the fool and his old master. He slowly sat down on the floor to meditate closing his eyes thinking on the matters at hand. He had set a spy among them unknowing to them and even the spy itself. It would watch and relay the Exiles doing to him after all it was best to know ones enemy and it's movements. Still he must be cautious the fact that for a few moments thoughts of the broken jedi had slipped into his mind unbidden was enough to make him wary.

Opening his eyes to get up and check the relays of his spy he froze his one good brown eye locking onto a small flickering of silver that was half hidden by the clothes trunk near the bed. Getting up Sion moved towards it crouching down he gripped the item of his curiousity raising it to his one good eye. It was a small delicate silver flower on a ornate chain the clasp broken hanging limp. He had seen such a small thing on her neck before in the holo and wondered what it's importance must have been to her. It was obvious she hadn't left it here by choice it was likely when she collected her things the clasp damaged in combat must have come loose and fallen unseen in her rush beneath the trunk. Brushing one cracked thumb over the delicate flower he stared, he could almost feel the lingering warmth from her skin on it. Shaking his head Sion growled making to toss the little piece of jewelry away, but he didn't. No instead he looked at it drilling his hateful gaze into the graceful sweeps of the small flowers petals before sliding the necklace into the pocket of his black pants.

What is this woman doing to me?

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Ok what do you guys think? Yes I know a bit cheesey, but I'm still new at all this. Anyway please review!