Standard Disclaimer: Neither Star Wars nor Knights of the Old Republic
belong to me. All are George Lucas' and Lucas arts, etc. The only thing I'm
claiming is the impressions of the main characters and, in later chapters,
the A/U plot. Which, believe me, isn't all that original to get all
bothered about.
Pretty much I intend to post chapters/ficts as long as I get reviews. Its
not meant to be bribery or extortion, I just know that lots of fan fict can
be unwanted/go bad really quick. And my take on things may be boring and I
don't realize it. I figure, if no one reviews, then I know I'm boring! Make
sense? So, if you want to see more, just drop me a line. Thanks!
"Things Left Behind" is a Sequel to "Unbalanced" and "There is no Peace but
Passion". They are only connected through time, one can definitely be read
without the other.
Things Left Behind
Chapter 2 - Resolutions
I could have found Malak's last stand even without Bastila's directions. All I had to do was follow the bodies left like gruesome sign posts. They'd cut their way to Malak's lair and sometimes the bodies were piled beyond my ability to quickly count. I have to admit, I wasn't exactly happy about things. Part of me couldn't help but feel slighted that they'd left me behind at the ship while they charged in. They needed a pilot more then they needed a soldier, Jolee had said. And that's fine. That's perfectly understandable. But I'd just spend more than my share of time recently waiting back at the ship while that same trio, sometimes with Canderous instead of Jolee, granted, but mostly just those three, went off and did all the work. It didn't used to be like that.
She hadn't even really looked at me. She made eye contact with Juhani and the old man and they'd turned to leave. Stay with the ship and keep it safe, she'd said.
Explosions were beginning deep in the station, masking the noise of a fully armored man running along catwalks. I wasn't trying to sneak up on anyone anyway. Those few Sith who were left to challenge me were not much of a challenge at all. I didn't have much time but I was close now.
Yeah, it made sense to bring three Jedi into this mess. But part of me couldn't help but feel like if I had been there, things would have ended differently. I wouldn't have to be running like a suicidal mad man through the ship trying to get to Reven in time.
It wasn't that I didn't believe Bastila. I trust her and she's a good person. But if Reven was alive enough to be thinking coherently, to project those thoughts coherently, she was alive enough to be found again. And I couldn't just give up on her like that.
I ran with my pistol in one hand and a bunch of life packs in the other. A long dark room, littered with enough droid parts to make a petty salvager rich - obviously, she'd been through here. But I knew that at this point she'd been by herself. Didn't seem to have slowed her down too much.
Another hit and I fell, swearing. I caught my feet and entered a room that stunk of ozone and something sickly medicinal. More bodies, pale and wet. And lying in the center of the chamber, focus of all that death, was Malak. I barely noticed him. Some distant part of my mind acknowledged that the man who was ultimately responsible for my wife's death was laying in front of me, and I felt that, but. I could not see Revan. This brought me up short. My focus had been to find her. Simply find her. What we'd do afterwards, I'd take as it came but ...
She had to be here. Somewhere . The walkway. She was lying, still. Her wide eyes staring at me. She was already dead.
No.
No.
No.
I hissed in breath to, I don't know, scream, shout, something. My knees faltered as all motivation seemed so utterly useless now. Again. I couldn't breathe. Somehow I was too late. I was always too late ...
Then she blinked and opened her mouth, as if to say something. Alive! I jerked forward, scrambling. Purpose again. Get her, get out.
"Hang on." I said, probably harsher than I meant to. I know I wasn't too gentle as I took her arm and began pumping her full of as much kolto as I had on me. She pulled her shoulder away at first but not with enough strength to break my grip. "What - you - what are you doing here?"
"Come on gorgeous. Didn't leave you behind on the Spire. What makes you think I'd do that here?"
She was staring at me with an even more incredulous expression now. I couldn't help it, I grinned. That was the last of it. I grabbed her arm and made to hoist her up, ready to carry her. She struggled. Another hit rocked the room and girders began to fall. We both stumbled against each other. "I'm fine I.." She shut up abruptly, seeming confused. Fine?
No time to argue. "Come on. Malak had his personal ship in a secondary hanger below us. We've got to reach it." I reached for her again.
She took my hand but didn't let me take her weight. I felt a surge of - something - run down my spine, into my feet. The world seem crisper, clearer.
"Let's go," she said. When we began to run, the walls blurred. She'd had enough strength to give both of us speed. And even to heal the petty injuries I'd gotten on my way, batting the few remaining Sith I encountered aside.
There was no time to consider what that meant. Even with the speed there were flames by the time we reached landing pad.
Malak was many things, but a fool.not hardly. The small ship, barely larger than a fighter, was ready and waiting. The guards, if there ever had been any, had disappeared however. We boarded quickly, trying to keep our balance.
"Strap in." I told her. I tried to do the same with one hand while quickly bring up the engines.
No time for pre-flights, just power and speed. We burst free, flames and debries following behind us. The flames died almost instantly, the debries did not. Within seconds, we were clipped and spinning. I grunted as my shoulder hit the side of the cockpit. One hand was not enough to secure yourself in with. Not in these circumstances.
"Hold on." The unknown planet was blue and white sand tumbling above us, beneath us, then around us. I gritted my teeth and fought for control that was not going to be given. Strange though. As the world exploded into white, then black I didn't hear the rush of air shrieking through the holes torn in the hull or the crunch of metal folding inward. There was just her voice saying my name very quietly.
"Carth."
Then nothing.
Things Left Behind
Chapter 2 - Resolutions
I could have found Malak's last stand even without Bastila's directions. All I had to do was follow the bodies left like gruesome sign posts. They'd cut their way to Malak's lair and sometimes the bodies were piled beyond my ability to quickly count. I have to admit, I wasn't exactly happy about things. Part of me couldn't help but feel slighted that they'd left me behind at the ship while they charged in. They needed a pilot more then they needed a soldier, Jolee had said. And that's fine. That's perfectly understandable. But I'd just spend more than my share of time recently waiting back at the ship while that same trio, sometimes with Canderous instead of Jolee, granted, but mostly just those three, went off and did all the work. It didn't used to be like that.
She hadn't even really looked at me. She made eye contact with Juhani and the old man and they'd turned to leave. Stay with the ship and keep it safe, she'd said.
Explosions were beginning deep in the station, masking the noise of a fully armored man running along catwalks. I wasn't trying to sneak up on anyone anyway. Those few Sith who were left to challenge me were not much of a challenge at all. I didn't have much time but I was close now.
Yeah, it made sense to bring three Jedi into this mess. But part of me couldn't help but feel like if I had been there, things would have ended differently. I wouldn't have to be running like a suicidal mad man through the ship trying to get to Reven in time.
It wasn't that I didn't believe Bastila. I trust her and she's a good person. But if Reven was alive enough to be thinking coherently, to project those thoughts coherently, she was alive enough to be found again. And I couldn't just give up on her like that.
I ran with my pistol in one hand and a bunch of life packs in the other. A long dark room, littered with enough droid parts to make a petty salvager rich - obviously, she'd been through here. But I knew that at this point she'd been by herself. Didn't seem to have slowed her down too much.
Another hit and I fell, swearing. I caught my feet and entered a room that stunk of ozone and something sickly medicinal. More bodies, pale and wet. And lying in the center of the chamber, focus of all that death, was Malak. I barely noticed him. Some distant part of my mind acknowledged that the man who was ultimately responsible for my wife's death was laying in front of me, and I felt that, but. I could not see Revan. This brought me up short. My focus had been to find her. Simply find her. What we'd do afterwards, I'd take as it came but ...
She had to be here. Somewhere . The walkway. She was lying, still. Her wide eyes staring at me. She was already dead.
No.
No.
No.
I hissed in breath to, I don't know, scream, shout, something. My knees faltered as all motivation seemed so utterly useless now. Again. I couldn't breathe. Somehow I was too late. I was always too late ...
Then she blinked and opened her mouth, as if to say something. Alive! I jerked forward, scrambling. Purpose again. Get her, get out.
"Hang on." I said, probably harsher than I meant to. I know I wasn't too gentle as I took her arm and began pumping her full of as much kolto as I had on me. She pulled her shoulder away at first but not with enough strength to break my grip. "What - you - what are you doing here?"
"Come on gorgeous. Didn't leave you behind on the Spire. What makes you think I'd do that here?"
She was staring at me with an even more incredulous expression now. I couldn't help it, I grinned. That was the last of it. I grabbed her arm and made to hoist her up, ready to carry her. She struggled. Another hit rocked the room and girders began to fall. We both stumbled against each other. "I'm fine I.." She shut up abruptly, seeming confused. Fine?
No time to argue. "Come on. Malak had his personal ship in a secondary hanger below us. We've got to reach it." I reached for her again.
She took my hand but didn't let me take her weight. I felt a surge of - something - run down my spine, into my feet. The world seem crisper, clearer.
"Let's go," she said. When we began to run, the walls blurred. She'd had enough strength to give both of us speed. And even to heal the petty injuries I'd gotten on my way, batting the few remaining Sith I encountered aside.
There was no time to consider what that meant. Even with the speed there were flames by the time we reached landing pad.
Malak was many things, but a fool.not hardly. The small ship, barely larger than a fighter, was ready and waiting. The guards, if there ever had been any, had disappeared however. We boarded quickly, trying to keep our balance.
"Strap in." I told her. I tried to do the same with one hand while quickly bring up the engines.
No time for pre-flights, just power and speed. We burst free, flames and debries following behind us. The flames died almost instantly, the debries did not. Within seconds, we were clipped and spinning. I grunted as my shoulder hit the side of the cockpit. One hand was not enough to secure yourself in with. Not in these circumstances.
"Hold on." The unknown planet was blue and white sand tumbling above us, beneath us, then around us. I gritted my teeth and fought for control that was not going to be given. Strange though. As the world exploded into white, then black I didn't hear the rush of air shrieking through the holes torn in the hull or the crunch of metal folding inward. There was just her voice saying my name very quietly.
"Carth."
Then nothing.