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

AN: I apoligize, this chapter was supposed to be published on Sunday, but I've been busy. I'll try to publish a chapter at least once a week. Anyway, hope you enjoy the next installment of Resurrection.

Knights of the Old Republic: Resurrection

Chapter 1: The Fallen Spire

I was awoken by the unmistakable lurch of a ship exciting hyperspace.

With an irritated sigh, I sat up, rubbing at my left eye. Sliding to the edge of the bunk, I slipped my feet into my boots and laced them up tight. Next I grabbed my belt and put that on, making sure that the blaster was secure in its holster. The jacket came next and finally, the knife.

I flipped the knife around the fingers of my right hand a few times, smiling slightly at the weapon. Cracking my neck, I shoved the blade into my boot as I stood to stretch. I froze, however, upon noticing my surroundings.

This most certainly was not my room.

As I looked down at the single bunk in the room, I recalled bringing Bastila back to her room last night when she fell asleep. Then… Then she had asked me to stay with her. And I had.

"Shit," I muttered.

I was definitely going to be in a mess of trouble for this. My bunkmate had to have reported that I wasn't in the room when he came back from his shift. That idiot Olgo was a real stickler for rules.

On the topic of bunkmates, where the hell did Bastila go? Wait, the ship had exited hyperspace. The officers would have wanted her on the Bridge when that happened. Of course, she should have woken me up before she left. I am her bodyguard after all.

With a shake of my head, I decided I should probably head up to the Bridge and get to the guarding of said body. As I palmed the door release, the ship lurched to port, sending me flying into the wall. There were several more shuttering impacts, which I immediately recognized as turbolaser fire.

"The frak!" I snarled, steadying myself against the wall.

"Attention all hands, this is Commander Onasi!" the intercom blared as klaxon alarms sounded. "A Sith battle fleet has dropped out of hyperspace around us. All hands to battle stations!"

With several more curses, I pushed myself away from the wall and sprinted down the corridor to the lift. My fist slammed against the call button, repeating the motion several times as I waited impatiently for the lift. As the door slid open, I was thrown into the elevator as the Spire gave another, much greater, lurch.

Damn it! That was most certainly a boarding craft.

"Attention! A Sith boarding party has breached the port dormitory airlock on C-Deck! All hands stand by to repel borders!" Onasi shouted over the intercom.

Wait. The lift I'm in opens at that dormitory.

My left hand flew to my blaster as I simultaneously dove to the side, taking cover by the door. The door opened not a second later and blaster fire rained inward.

The shots stopped moments later and I jumped from cover, snapping off four quick shots in rapid succession. Four silver-clad troopers collapsed to the ground as my eyes took in the rest of the corridor.

Moving into the empty corridor, I headed to the right. As I was passing my bunk, the door hissed open.

My bunkmate, Trask Olgo, stared fearfully down the barrel of my blaster, sweat forming on his brow. I rolled my eyes and turned back toward my destination.

"Where the hell have you been?" he asked. I ignored him and kept walking.

"Hey! I'm talking to you!"

"Olgo, will ya shut the frak up?" I demanded as I moved away. Irritatingly enough, he felt the need to follow me.

"You weren't in your bunk when I arrived at the end of my shift," he said. I rolled my eyes again.

"How'd ya figure tha' one out?" I sneered, coming to a stop as the ship lurched once more.

He opened his mouth to reply, but was thankfully cut off by the intercom. "Attention! Boarders have breached the starboard dormitory airlock on C-Deck!"

"Damn it," I muttered, moving more quickly.

Olgo caught up, drawing his blaster and giving me a hard look. I sighed in irritation as I looked at the closed door ahead. Looking to Olgo, I motioned for him to move to the left, while I took the right. I held up my right hand, three fingers extended, and counted down.

On one, I hit the door release and the two of us whirled around the corner and unleashed fire on the two Sith standing inside. I was halfway across the room before their bodies hit the floor.

The door slid open just in time for me to see two Republic soldiers and a Sith trooper get blown in different directions by a grenade.

"How much ya wanna be' tha' a Sith threw tha' grenade?" I murmured.

"No contest," Olgo replied, moving to peak around the corner cautiously. He ducked back around as a blaster bolt shot passed. "Three across the intersection."

"Wonderful," I replied. Turning to face one of the dead Republic soldiers behind me, I pulled off his helmet and threw it out into the intersection. As the troopers fired at the helmet, Olgo and I gunned them down.

"Idiots," I muttered. Olgo smirked.

We turned right at the intersection and headed to the door at the end. We stopped at the door, as we could hear the sounds of lightsabers clashing on the other side. After a brief moment of hesitation, Olgo opened the door.

"Frak me!" I hissed, recognizing the Jedi immediately. Though it almost pained me to do so, I sprinted forward in order to assist the Jedi. I reached down, slipping the knife from my boot as I moved.

"What the hell are you doing!" Olgo shouted behind me.

The dark Jedi glanced my way then used the Force to push the Jedi away. He turned to me, his lightsaber raised. As the saber came down, I used my knife to block it. The Sith jerked back in surprise as his saber bounced off of the knife. This provided me with the opportunity to bring my knee up into his groin. The saber slipped from his grip, my left hand catching it as my right brought the knife through his throat.

I deactivated the saber and slipped it into one of the many pockets on my cargo pants, whilst the Jedi and Olgo where still staring at the fallen Sith in shock.

What? Lightsabers are worth a lot of money on the black market.

"Looked like ya needed some help, Kerensky," I said to the Jedi.

Kayla Kerensky's head whipped around to face me, annoyance flashing across her blue eyes. She schooled her features quickly, wiping a few stray strands of black hair behind her ear as she deactivated her blue blade.

"As if I would require your aid, mercenary," she bit out. "I had things perfectly-"

"How did you do that!" Olgo butted in, staring at me in awe.

"Cortosis knife," I replied, shrugging.

"But… but… you were so fast," he stuttered. I sighed in annoyance.

"Is i' really necessary fer me ta explain this ta ya? In case ya haven' noticed, we're kinda in a hurry," I said, moving past Kerensky and toward the door that lead to the Bridge.

"Excuse me? I'm the one who is in charge here," Kerensky growled, blocking my path.

"Tha' may be so Knight, but I was hired ta protect Bastila. Tha's all I was hired for. In no part o' my contract does i' say tha' I have ta obey you," I snapped. "So ge' the hell outta my way, or I will bury this knife in yer heart."

She stared at me in shock for several moments before moving to the side. I sheathed my knife back in my boot then moved past her, muttering a quiet, "Thank ya."

The door to the Bridge opened and my left hand pulled my blaster from its holster and snapped off two quick shots at the still turning troopers that had been guarding the door. A shot flew passed my head and hit the last trooper, who had just executed the only remaining Republic soldier on the Bridge.

I glanced at Olgo, then moved onto the Bridge and glanced around.

"Bastila ain't here," I stated.

"They would be headed for the escape pods by now," Kerensky replied quietly.

"Then tha's where we go next," I said, moving around the central consoles to the door on the other side of the room.

As we were walking through the briefing room, the door on the far side of the room hissed open, revealing another dark Jedi. The man stared for a moment before going for his lightsaber. Olgo bolted passed me and tackled the man through the door.

"Get to the escape pods!" he shouted, raising his blaster and shooting the door controls. The door slid shut, blocking him off.

I shook my head and walked toward the door that would lead to the escape pods.

"What are you doing? We can't just leave him!" Kerensky shouted. I paused.

"He chose ta sacrifice 'imself ta le' us ge' away," I replied, glancing over my shoulder at the Jedi. "This is war. Survival is yer own responsibility."

I continued through the door and after a moment, I heard her follow.

"That's a very cynical outlook," she hissed. I could practically feel her glaring at the back of my head.

"It's the truth," I replied emotionlessly.

She was about to respond when her comlink beeped. I paused and turned to her as she pulled the device from her belt. "This is Knight Kerensky."

"Kerensky, this is Onasi. I'm tracking your position through the Endar Spire's life support systems," the commander spoke calmly. "Bastila's escape pod is away – you two are the only surviving crew members of the Endar Spire. I can't wait for you much longer; you have to get to the escape pods!"

"Roger that, we're on our way now," Kerensky replied before replacing the com on her belt.

We rounded the corner and I immediately put two blaster shots in a trooper who was standing at the end of the hallway. I didn't give the man another glance as I walked down a side hallway, Kerensky only a few steps behind.

The troopers in the next room were easily dispatched, but Kerensky stopped me as I went to open the door that would lead us onward.

"What?" I snapped.

"There are five Sith troopers waiting for us on the other side of that door," she murmured.

"So?" I hissed in annoyance. She looked at me as if I were stupid.

"I prefer not to walk into traps, thank you," she replied coldly.

"They don' stand a chance agains' us. They'd hardly stand a chance agains' me alone," I growled. She continued to stare at me evenly. "Fine!"

I marched over to a terminal in the corner of the room and hacked into the ship's defense systems. Locating a power conduit in the room that the troopers occupied, I executed an overload command.

"There!" I snapped, opening the door and walking over the smoldering corpses. The door on the opposite side of the room opened and Commander Onasi motioned us in.

"You've made it just in time," he said, prepping an escape pod for launch. "This is the only active escape pod left. Come on, we can hide out on the planet below."

As Onasi moved into the pod and took the pilot's seat, both Kerensky and I took seats on opposite sides of the pod. The door sealed shut as we strapped ourselves in. "Hold on tight," Onasi ordered as he pushed the thrust control to maximum.

The pod rocketed out of the Endar Spire and tilted downward, moving toward Taris. I looked out the tiny viewport at the rear of the pod just in time to see the Spire erupt into a fireball. I let out a shaky breath at our close call and rested my head back against the wall.

"Shit!" Onasi shouted.

"What's wrong?" Kerensky called.

"We're coming in too hot. The airbrakes failed out," he replied. I noticed him grip onto his seat tightly. "Brace yourselves!"

As I looked for something to hold onto, the pod slammed against something. There was a sharp pain in the back of my head and then my world went dark.

AN: Well, there's chapter 1. Kerensky is going to be important to the story at a later point. I promise that I'll try not to make her a Mary-Sue. And Leah's hatred of Kerensky will be explained later. Anyway, I'll try to have chapter 2 sometime between Sunday and Wednesday, but once again, I make no promises.