Chapter 2 is here! Oh, if you read this, please review. I do accept anonymous reviews now, so even if you don't have a account, just tell me what you think. I don't care if you flame me. This is my story and I'm writing it to the best of my abilities. I love criticism, it makes me a better writer. Anything you have to say, just review or e-mail me. Also, if you have a request or suggestion, you can e-mail me. I haven't quite finished the game yet, I only have 2 more Star Maps to go, and I'm extremely close to the one on Kashyyyk, so don't mind if I make little mistakes here and there. For those of you that haven't played the game, you'll find out what Star Maps are, though I really do suggest you play the game, for it is by far a wonderful game. Now, on to the story.

Disclaimer: I don't own SW. There.

"Carth! Hey Carth, wait up!" A skinny man ran up behind him and grabbed Carth's shoulder. Pausing to catch his breath, he held up his index finger.

"What is it, Trask?" Carth had a life too, aside from being the best Republic Pilot ever. Okay, so maybe he didn't, but who really knew that aside from him. Besides, it was 23:30, and all he wanted to do was go home and go to sleep. He was going to be escorting Bastila, one of the Jedi that killed Revan, on the Endar Spire. He had 3 days before the big mission, and frankly, he didn't want to spend them with anyone but himself.

"I found out that we'll be on the Endar Spire together. It's such an honor, really." Not this again.

"Thanks, Trask." He couldn't help but put that little ounce of sarcasm in his words. He was very annoyed. He didn't know how many people had come up to him today and told him what an honor it would be to be on the same ship as him. Frankly, he didn't care. All he wanted to do was defeat the Sith and be done with them.

"Hey, do you want to go out to a bar and celebrate? I know this really great..."

"No thanks, Trask. I just want to go to sleep." He didn't know how much more of this man's rambling he could handle.

"Oh! Right! Of course. Night, Carth!" The man ran down a hall waving his hand behind him.

"Idiot," muttered Carth.

Once at his apartment, he set down his keys on the counter and pulled a drink out of the fridge. He quickly drank it and put it in the trash compacter. He walked into the fresher and turned on the shower. He took off his jacket and tunic, revealing a well-formed 6-pack and pecks(AN: As you can tell if you undressed him in the game ;P). He stripped off his pants and boxers (AN: I hate briefs on guys, boxers all the way!) and climbed into the shower.

He felt the hot water pour over his chest and back. He just stood there for a minute, letting the water envelope his body. He put some hair cleanser in his hair and massaged it around, making it all sudsy (I just love that word!) before rinsing it out. He lathered his body with soap, rinsed it off, and then washed his face. Once he was done, he turned the water off and reached for a towel that he had swung over the shower door. When he didn't feel it, he looked in the door's direction. Standing on the other side was a woman and small boy. Their faces were sullen and then they disappeared.

"No…," Carth whispered, tears coming to his eyes. "Why are you doing this?" He shouted at the invisible pair.

He picked up the towel, which was lying on the floor, and dried himself. He put on boxers and pants and crawled into his bed.

"Lights 0 ." The light went out and he fell into a troubled sleep.

BAH! BAH! BAH! (AN: It that annoying sound those crappy alarm clocks make! LOL. I didn't know how to put it into word format, so I guessed.)

A hand reached out from under a big ball of blankets and searched the night table for the clock, which was now making possibly the most annoying sound in the galaxy. When it finally found it, it pushed down a button. The noise didn't stop. It pushed it again. Just noise.

"SHUT UP ALREADY!" A woman's muffled voice came from the blankets. The hand picked up the clock and banged it on the table until the noise stopped. A head, which suffered a terrible case of bed head, emerged from the ball and stared out into sunlit room.

"It's morning already? Ow, my head," Acadia said clutching her head. Her hangover was the least of her problems right now, though. She had to be at the Republic Embassy in one hour, or else she could kiss her military career goodbye. Climbing out of the bed and immediately pulling the night gown back down to where it belonged, she grabbed the bottle of aspirin that was on the night table and walked towards the kitchen. After downing 3 pills and half a glass of water, she went to the fresher and started the shower.

Thirty minutes later, she emerged from the fresher with a towel wrapped around her body and a toothbrush sticking out from the corner of her mouth. She walked to her dresser and pulled out a pair of shorts and a tank top. She pulled those on, along with a pair of underwear and bra, and continued to brush her teeth.

Five minutes later, she was on the street attempting to flag down a taxi. One finally saw her and sped down to the door. She climbed inside and shut the door behind her.

"Republic Embassy," she stated her destination and they flew off.

I know, it's a little short. It's just, reviews give me inspiration, but I haven't gotten any reviews for either one of my stories lately. Meanies... I won't update again till I get some reveiws, and I'll only update the story that I get reviews for, so review if you want to know what happens.