Disclaimer: I don't own KOTOR 1 or 2. At least not while I'm awake. (lol) Can you claim the Exile as your own once you name him or her? (curious) However I do own the Forsaken One.  Enjoy and please don't sue me! If I had the money to be sued, I'd own George Lucas himself, but as you can see I don't. (lol) 

Note: I played both KOTOR 1 and 2 as a light side female, (or at least I tried, but I mostly came out slightly better then neutral) Damn morals and ethics, who needs 'em?

Exile in KOTOR 2 is known as Catianka Relden (Cat-e-an-ka Rel-den)

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Murderous Mind

Chapter 4 Know Any Good Pilots?

"Yukiop, when we arrived there was one man here he said that was the name of the planet." The man answered.

"Right. Okay one last question. Is the ship out there serviceable? Will it fly?" Curston asked her eyes widening.

"Yeah, at least I think so." The man answered. "I don't really know. I can't fly it. Our pilot died from massive injures when we first landed." He said sadly.

"That's okay I can." Curston said as she stood and turned to leave.

"Wait!" the man begged stepping in front of her.

Curston eyed him, she felt the old familiar urge to kill rising but she fought it down before answering. "Yes?"

"Will you take us with you?" he asked.

Curston stood still staring at him. "Who's 'us'?" she asked.

"My family and I." He answered as his family filed into the room. His wife was a simple looking woman; the kids were dirty grubby little things with barely any clothes to cover themselves.

There were five kids, one was a girl just a little younger then she was when she went to the Mandalorian Wars. Another was a boy about eleven years old with ears the size of gizkas. Then there were two girls who looked exactly alike about six or seven years old and a baby not more then a year old. She gazed at them a moment longer and finally nodded her head.

"Okay, you can go. Do you know if the ship has any fuel?"

"Oh thank you thank you so much mistress, I offer whatever I can to pay for the kindness." The man said bowing to her, motioning for his family to do the same.

Curston watched them in amusement, "Okay grab your belongings." Suddenly it was like a bomb had gone off the kids were running around grabbing the meager belongings that they had and cam and stood in front of her shortly followed by their mother who was struggling with the baby and the things she was trying to carry.

"Here let me help you." Curston said taking some of the things and holding them,

"Oh no mistress please, I'll be fine." The woman begged.

"No, no it's fine. I don't mind." Curston answered. A few minutes later the man reentered the room clutching a mountain of things. Curston eyed them and shook her head.

"Okay let's go." She opened the door and headed for the ship followed by the children and their parents.

She reached the ship and headed up the loading ramp. She directed them to set their things in the back room and then she told them to stay put until she came back. They nodded and she left to explore the ship. She turned and headed back to the cabin and knocked on the door it immediately opened and she stepped in.

"This is where you all will be staying until I drop you off. First off, I want your names and where I should drop you at." Curston said her gaze wandering over the dirty bunch.

"My name mistress is Jaq. I was a mechanic in the Mandalorian Wars. It would be most helpful if you'd drop us on Coruscant." The man requested. Curston nodded and turned to his wife.

"Mistress my name is Danie." Curston nodded and turned to leave.

"How long do you think the flight will take?" The oldest girl asked looking at the floor.

"A few hours." Curston answered.

Curston walked into the cockpit and headed for Coruscant. She hoped her family's home was still standing and if it was occupied, well she hoped for the sake of whoever lived there he was gone before she got there. She set the coordinates and then sat back in her seat and relaxed.

"So now what do you do? Where do you go from here Curston?" she asked herself.

She had no family, no friends, and no place to go. Now that the war was over she didn't seem to have a purpose. She had to find someone who could give her a purpose, some meaning in her life.

She knew she hadn't been human during the wars but something had changed. She still had the undeniable desire to kill but it wasn't as strong. Not to mention she didn't feel empty anymore. She wasn't whole, but she wasn't empty either.

(Celsie) Big Note here in case you got confused. Curston has been in the kolto tank since the middle of the Jedi Civil War. The story takes place after KOTOR 2. She doesn't realize she's been in there for more then a day or two. This is also my first KOTOR fic so hang in there please and let me know how I'm doing.