Thanks to my wonderful beta! Without you, this chapter would have gone withoutcorrections. This is a KOTOR fic, following my game. Carth-MC later on. No Slash, Mary-Sues, Cross-overs, or anything like that.

"Name?" asked the Republic service officer. He had a datapad in his hand and was ready to fill out her application. He was only awaiting the answers from the woman in front of him.

"Acadia Ritwani." She sighed. After over a decade, she was finally showing some promise to herself. She had been traveling the Outer Rim for nearly 14 years. Or was it 15? She didn't know anymore.

"Age?" That's what she got for signing up with the Republic Fleet. Questions, questions, and more questions. What did her age have to do with anything? She looked young for her age but she didn't exactly look like a teenager, either.

"32." That's right. She was 32. A 32-year-old woman who had almost no contact with another human being in over a year. A woman who was single, had no family to think of, and could understand Wookies.

"Home planet?" Oh, gods, what was her home planet? She didn't remember. She had traveled so much when she was a little girl, and then again when her mother died, that she had never known her home planet.

"Uh, I don't know." The Officer was stunned, if that's what you could call it.

"You don't know where you were born?" She blushed.

"Not exactly." The man sighed and entered that into the datapad.

"Previous military experience?"

"None." After that, there were about a gazillion more questions like 'Your mother's maiden name' and some stuff about languages. Those took almost another hour to answer.

"Thank you. We'll contact you on this comlink when we have an available spot in combat training." He handed her a comlink and she walked away.

XxX

Coruscant was like no other planet Acadia had seen. The whole planet was one giant city, aside from the Manarai Mountains and one body of water called the Western Sea. Also, it had almost every kind of life form. She had never seen anything like it. Well, she supposed she could compare it to Nar Shaddaa, but it was much cleaner than Nar Shaddaa.

Acadia managed to flag down a taxi, which was not an easy task on Coruscant. On the way back to her apartment building, the driver passed by the famed Jedi Temple, where Jedi were trained and housed. It was the most beautiful structure on the planet, or so she had heard. Acadia watched as it disappeared out of sight and sighed with contentment. She had been fascinated with the Jedi since she was a little girl. Her mother used to tell her stories of them before she would go to bed. She heard about their heroism, bravery, strength, their sacrifices for others and how they swore their lives to defend the galaxy against the Sith.

The tales she had heard lately, however, were those of the treachery of Revan and Malak, once heroes of the Republic. They had been the reason the Republic had won the Mandalorian Wars. Shortly after the Mandalorian Wars, Revan and his followers disappeared. When they came back, they were changed. They had become Sith, and sought to take over the very thing they had once tried to protect. Revan was dead now, killed by his own apprentice, Malak. Now Malak was destroying everything, only in an attempt to rule the galaxy.

Acadia's apartment building came into view and the taxi came to a stop in front of the doors. She paid the driver 15 credits, climbed out, and closed the door. She stepped into the lobby and walked over to the clerk's desk.

"Do I have any messages?" The droid behind the clerk's desk looked at her with mechanical eyes.

"One moment please. No, Ms. Ritwani, you have no new messages." Well that was a stupid question. She hadn't told anyone where she had gone, so they had no way of contacting her.

"Thank you." Acadia gave the droid a sweet smile and moved off towards the elevator. She joined a family who was waiting for the elevator to complete its descent from the top of the 65 story building. The door to the elevator swung open and they piled in, one by one. The little boy from the family pushed the button for the 31st floor. They wouldn't have to wait too long. The button lit up and Acadia moved in to press the button that had her floor number on it, 65. She had to go all the way to the top.

Acadia stopped in front of her door and fumbled around with some keys before finding the right one. The door swished open to reveal one of the blandest apartments she had ever owned. A brown couch was on one side of the room, accompanied by a holovision and table. The other side housed a kitchen with a small table and a chair. A door there led to her bedroom and fresher.

She set the comlink on the counter and opened the refrigerator. She grabbed some leftovers from last night, heated them up and walked to the other side of the room. Acadia sat down on the couch and turned the holovision on.

"In today's news, an escaped criminal was found today on Manaan. Authorities there have said this: 'We have been questioning him and discovered that he hoped to steal some of the Kolto that is harvested. We have no further information for you now.'"

Acadia changed the channel.

"At a young age, Revan showed an extreme affinity with the Force. He trained hard and was very determined. Jedi masters say…"

"Boring!" She turned it off. "You would think that they would have gotten over the fact that Revan betrayed them already." Leaving the carton of leftovers on the table, she strode to the door that led to her bedroom and entered. Hopefully someone from the Republic Fleet would call her soon and save her from the boredom of tomorrow.

XxX

The next week was filled with dancing, drinking, and flirting. Every night was the same routine: have about 10 drinks, flirt with some random guy, dance with him a bit, then tell him you're going to the bathroom and leave. It was fun for the first couple of nights, but now it was getting old.

This particular night had involved some mercenary, Tarisian Ale, and one of the best bands on the planet. The man kept telling her about his adventures with some hunters on Tatooine; it was pathetic. They had apparently killed 5 wraids, which would have impressed her if wraids were an actual threat. Acadia practically stumbled into her apartment. Tarisian Ale was highly intoxicating, and most passed out after 3 glasses. But not her. She could drink almost 6 without getting dizzy. Unfortunately, she had drank around 15 glasses.

Now there was by far the most annoying ringing in her ears. It sound almost like…the comlink! After knocking her table over and nearly breaking her neck, Acadia grabbed the comlink and pushed the answer button.

"Hello?" came a voice through the speaker.

"Yes?" She could hardly wait to hear what they had to say.

"Are you Ms. Ritwani?"

"Yes I am." She shook her head to keep her eyes from getting blurry. She was a wreck.

"We have a spot available in our combat training program. You are to report to the site where you signed up to begin your training. There, we will issue you armor, a weapon, and you number."

"My number?" That was unexpected. What did he mean by that?

"Yes, every Republic soldier is issued a serial number that they will use to access files in the Republic's database. It's standard procedure."

"Oh, right. Ok then. I'll be there."

"Good. I'll have an escort waiting for you in the lobby of your apartment building tomorrow morning." Acadia turned off the comlink and collapsed on the couch. She was finally going to be able to serve the Republic. She sighed. Now life was going to get exciting again. No more nightly visits to the bar for her.

Content with the happenings of that night, she went to the dresser in her bedroom. She pulled out a silk nightgown with a hem that went to her mid thigh. She laid it on the bed and changed out of the pants and shirt she was wearing and into the nightgown. After putting the dirty outfit into a hamper, she crawled into her bed and went into a deep sleep.

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