Tinuviel Undomiel: Yeah I haven't actually thought of a romance for him yet, but most likely it'll be Visas. In the game, exile/handmaiden is possible too. I'm not sure bout Exile/Mira, but most likely. Truth be told, I liked the Kotor romances (Bastila/Revan) so much more then Kotor II xP

A/N: This chapter would be considered more of an "filler" I had no more ideas left, so this is the best that I could do. Do not worry though! The next chapters will be much faster story wise.

Chapter 5: Morgues

He opened the door slowly, as quietly as he could. He hated morgues. They always gave him a sense of deep sadness and despair. Plus, the accident that happened when he was on Dantooine with his master didn't help strengthen his love for morgues either.

Dustil had brought his young padawan along with him to Dantooine to try to help rebuild the fallen world. He wanted to teach Kyros an important lesson. The lesson that all things can never truly die, as long as there was the force. The successful rebuilding of the dead worlds Dantooine and Telos would certainly help Kyros understand as well as greatly helping the Republic.

He had sent his young and eager padawan on a task that would take him some time to finish. This allowed him the freedom to have a quick meeting with the Master Vrook.

He was to meet up with Master Vrook at the ruins of the Enclave and had decided to take a short cut through the Morgue. As he entered the Morgue, Dustil saw that there had been an unfortunate settler who had met his demise at the deadly jaws of a Kath hound. At least, that's what the reports said. Luckily, the poor soul's body was covered with cloth and scheduled to be cremated later that evening. Dustil had an uneasy feeling and hurried past the body. Unfortunately, his lightsaber had accidentally caught the cloth, knocking it off, exposing the corpse. He turned around and cringed automatically at the sight. The body had been indeed chewed up, the sight so gruesome, even a Jedi such as himself had to look away.

"Thank the force that Kyros is not here." He thought. "This sight would truly scar him for life."

Just as he finished thinking this, he heard a small voice of a young ten-year-old calling his name.

"Force no..."

Turning around, he saw him.

Young Kyros Orion running as fast as his little legs could carry him, while carrying the wood his master had sent him to retrieve.

"Master Onasi! Master Onasi!" Kyros yelled breathlessly, panting and out of breath.

"I have gotten the wood you requested." He called out, while running blindly down the steps and into the Morgue. The firewood he was carrying had begun to tip slightly, and had blocked his view. He could only look down to see where he was going, not straightforward. Before Dustil could even begin to open his mouth to warn the boy, he had already ran into the remains of the settler. The result was disastrous. The body of the dead settler fell on top of the poor ten-year-old, scattering the firewood everywhere. The young boy opened his eyes and was greeted by the sight of the decomposing face, looking straight at him. The next thing that Dustil could hear was the terrible AHHH!!! coming from the boy. So loud, Dustil thought, that would even match Zalbaar's loud and mighty roar. Dustil quickly ran to the fallen boy, just two feet away, lying there helplessly, terrified. He swiftly untangled the rotting corpse from the poor boy, picked him up and began to calm him down as he walked out of the Morgue, shutting the door tight behind him.

The result of this minor accident left Kyros harboring a strong dislike for morgues and Dustil without a decent night of sleep for the next few weeks. The boy would wake up scared and screaming, damp with sweat and Dustil's fatherly instincts would immediately force him get up from his slumber, many times in one night, to go comfort the small boy...

He chuckled a little despite himself. After all these years that little accident had finally come back to haunt him. He had to do it, he had to go into the stupid morgue. He groaned. He had already searched everywhere else and couldn't find anything that he could have used to get the damaged door open. There was nowhere else to go.

"Oh well," He thought, "No time like the present..." He took a deep breath and walked in...

A/N: Sorry it's so short, and if it's not good :/ Took me four days to do this. Stupid school ( I'll try to update soon again during the weekends. Remember R&R!! :)