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well as all characters beyond Relador Kae, with more to come.
Author: This is my newest story that I am writing. Depending on how this one does, I may decide to put my other ones on. Some are personal, and I will not put them on this site or any other unless situations change. I hope you enjoy this story, it is the first that I wrote to be shown. It is set alongside the game Knights of the Old Republic 2: The Sith Lords. It is the story of another person exiled from Republic space, though he was not a jedi before he left for the war.
"You have accompanied Revan and Malak into the Mandalorian War against the orders of the Jedi Counsel on Corescaunt. It is the decision of all the Jedi Counsels that you be exiled and cut off from the Force permanently. You are to be hauled off to the most remote planet in the Outer Rim, Reloria. You will be left there. If the Force deems you to be worthy of mercy, you may be able to find a small home or someway to carve out a living in the harsh, unforgiving planet. Leave the Counsel Chamber at once. You may ask your questions Relador Kae." The black-haired Jedi Master said, giving Relador the worst of all punishments that a Jedi can possibly acquire. "You would do this to one of your own kind? You would turn his life into nothing but a living death? You are just like the Dark Jedi! I cannot believe I ever followed you! You speak of destroying the darkness, bringing peace to the galaxy and yet look at what you would do to your own kind! It disgusts me to see your faces! To think that an order so far in the Light could be so corrupted! When does my shuttle leave because I can no longer bear the sight of you?" Relador said, his face showing disbelief and awe. In minutes, all of his beliefs were crushed, all that he knew was crumbling beneath his very feet. "The shuttle to Reloria leaves as soon as you get on. You may leave now." Another Jedi Master said, this one a snow-white-haired woman. "Good Atris. And don't think for a second that, if I find you, that I will hesitate to kill you after I find out why you decided to put this curse upon me!" Relador yelled, his fury bursting through his mental barriers. "But first, your excommunication." The entire counsel said as they all stood up. "What the, what is this? I, I can't move!" Relador exclaimed, a cold numbing sensation filling his heart. What are you doing? The, the Force, no! I can't feel it anymore." Relador said, his voice trailing off. "You will leave now, and you will remember little past this day. You will not remember the Force or the affairs of the Jedi Order. Leave this place at once, your place is on Reloria. Go now, or face dire consequences." Jedi Master Kavar said, his voice heavy with the Force. The exile left the room, his thoughts confused and chaotic, so much so that none of the Jedi along his path to the Landing Pads could see beyond. "He is empty of the Force, we must leave him be. He is an Exile, the first in nearly three centuries. He must have done horrible things to people in order for them to strip" "Hush! You just said he is not to know!" "He is the Exile? He looks empty, and he feels even more so." came the voices of many of the nearby Jedi. The Exile did not know what they were talking about. He figured he was here simply to get a new home since his was destroyed. He got in the shuttle and left for, what he thought, was his new home on Reloria.
Reloria is a harsh planet with little peace. There are monsters attacking almost constantly. As they passed by a small farming village, they watched as a large, bipedal creature, around twelve feet tall, tore a person apart, limb from limb, and ate him slowly. "Why do people live here?" Relador asked. His Jedi guardians remained silent. "Aren't you gonna answer me?" he said, wondering why they were so quiet. He figured this was a cold planet, it would explain the empty cold within him.
The silent Jedi and Relador arrived at a large city, much akin to what Relador saw on Nar Shadarr, the Smuggler's Moon. "Report to the Military Base for directions to your new house and weapons to get you there. Good luck living here, if the beasts don't kill you, then the inhabitants will!" one of the Jedi said. "Don't worry, I can handle myself in a fight. I have taken down a fully-grown Rancor with a Vibroblade and a Vibrosword." Relador said, his hands forming into fists. The two Jedi shoved him off of the shuttle, forcing him to land, face first, into the dirt. Spitting out sand, he cursed upon the Jedi, saying that they had become dark and corrupted. Just then, two Vibroblades fell from the shuttle, as well as a combat suit and a backpack full of parts, chemicals, components, and programming spikes and a Stealth Field Generator. "Everything I will need, with the exception of credits. Oh well, I can earn those fairly quickly." Relador said as he walked calmly towards the city.