Out of the Darkness

by maddaboutjew

Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic. with starforge destroyed, the crew of the ebon hawk thought that their tasks had been accomplished.but new assignments await them at corrisaunt, will they complete their tasks, and stay together?

4. Two Days time

Disclaimer: no I do not own star wars. If I did, I would be too busy being rich to write fan fiction.

~Out of the Darkness~

 Chapter 4: Two Day's Time

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Canderous

            I woke up with a throbbing headache.  In the name of Mandalore, how much did I drink last night? I can't remember much, some singing I think something about a drinking contest?  Yes! That's it! A drinking contest! But I can't remember who won, when I passed out; Revan was still three ahead of me.

            That little firecracker sure can hold her liquor!  She puts a Madalorian to shame.  But this isn't the first time she's amazed me in her hidden abilities.  That woman is one hell of a fighter.  I've seen her take on more men at once than a whole squadron of soldier's could-hell; she's saved my ass on more than one account.  I don't think anything the Sith could throw at her would keep her down.

            My head is pounding, pounding like a war drum.  I stagger up on my feet.  We are still two days from Telos, and I begin to search for something to occupy myself.  That damned Jedi princess-if I have to hear her talk about 'wasting time' and about how I need to search for 'inner peace' I think I'll punch her.  I don't care if she is a woman; she's always so damn preachy.  I still don't understand why Revan puts up with it-after all, if any one should be getting lectured, its Bastilla, not Revan.  Revan wasn't the one who fell.  I suppose for the first time in my life, I'm using 'self control'.  Damn you, Revan. You and your beliefs.  They're starting to rub off on me.  I suppose I can work on the swoop bike-I hope that Telos has a decent swoop track-Revan can pilot one of those like nobody's business.  I wonder if perhaps she had raced swoops in her other life…I think the swoop took a hit to the wall last time, I suppose I'll have to go work on it's plating.

            Most of the crew is already up-Carth and Mission are playing a heated game of pazzak.  From the looks on their faces, Mission seems to be winning, Juhani is doing meditations, and Jolee and Bastila are organizing the medical wing.

            "No, no, no, adrenal stims cannot be stored with the kolto!  Child, I may be old, but I'm not blind.  If you're gonna help, you'd better do it right!" the old man scolded.  Bastilla was looking irritated, but she listened to the old geezer with gritted teeth.  I smiled.  Devine justice, if ya ask me.  Revan, however, had not emerged since last night.

            I walked over to the swoop bike.  It was dinged up to hell.  I took off the plating, popped out the dents, and started buffing it down until a bright sheen was reflected of the surface. I bolted the plating back down and started to work on the engine.  'Two days until we reach Telos…' I said to myself, 'Fine, in two days we'll have the best damn swoop bike that planets ever seen.'

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~}|{~A Word from Jerra Jade, a.k.a, maddaboutjew: I'm sorry that this chapter was so short, I'll try to type out the next one today, if it's any consolation. I'm sorry it took so long to get this up; I've been recovering from surgery, and haven't felt like typing. Thank you arrow maker, for the review, I loved it, it really cheered me up to know that someone was still reading this. Oh, and despite what my pen name may make you think, I'm not really Jewish.