A/N: Thanks to all who review, I appreciate the support! I'm probably going to be updating more frequently now becuase I have a good idea on where I want to take this story.

Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars or KotOR II.I am merely a pawn to its brilliance.

Chapter 4

"No, you can't come." Atton stared down at the small droid who was arguing with him.

T3-M4 beeped an objection.

"We do not need you. We can do just fine without you." Atton said proudly.

T3 whistled.

"What do you mean?" He questioned.

T3 wheeled backwards slightly before continuing.

"What! Are you kidding me! I had absolutely no control over Malachor V! It wasn't me fault we crashed!" Atton took a menacing step forward.

The droid whistled a couple times followed by a couple beeps.

"It wasn't my fault then either! I can't help it that we're getting shot everywhere we go! Now get on out of here!" He motioned the droid to go off.

T3 held his ground and whistled defiantly.

"I'm gonna put you on the trash heap, you walking tin can!" Atton's hand brushed the side of the hilt of his lightsaber. He wouldn't destroy this droid. He wouldn't. Not because he liked the small annoying cylinder...but because Fiona would slit his throat if he let anything happen to it.

A small electric arm popped out of T3's side. Then he beeped angrily.

"Take it easy! I'm not really gonna kill you."

T3 whistled.

"Or hurt you..." Atton rolled his eyes. This thing was smarter than it looked. "Look, I understand that you want to help...but this is not a job for droids. It's a job for professionals, such as us Jedi."

More beeps followed again by more whistles.

"Hey! What do you mean 'than why are you going'?" Atton reached again for his lightsaber. C'mon, Atton. Pull yourself together. Don't let this droid get to you. There are more important things to do right now. You're wasting time. "I am a Jedi in case you haven't noticed the lightsaber."

T3 whistled an explanation followed by an insult.

"Blondie is not a better Jedi than me!" Atton folded his arms across his chest.

If droids could smile...T3 would have done so during his next comment.

"She does not like him better! That's it, get out my way before I turn you into slag!" Atton pushed past T3 and out of the door, locking it behind him. Stupid droid.

He turned around and started walking towards the hanger bay. He hadn't seen the Hawk since he had landed it here at Telos after dropping off the rest of the crew at their destinations. He grumbled to himself as he walked by the Czerka's offices. Well, what used to be Czerka offices. Fiona had taken care of that problem pretty fast. Thinking about Fiona brought a worried smile to his face. He missed her so much. He missed the way she would smile and her eyes would light up when she laughed. He missed the way she would play pazzak with him, even though she really hated that game. But most of all, he missed her, personality and all. The way she would almost go looking for trouble as a way to help out the galaxy...

"Dissapointed Statement: Oh, it is just you, Meatbag Rand." Atton jumped at the sound of the assasin droid's mechanical voice.

"What are you doing here?" Atton asked moodily. He did not have time for this.

"Evasive Answer: My reasons are my own, Rand. Needless to say...I will be accompaning you and the Jedi historian." HK-47's head turned to each side slightly, as it always did.

"Why don't you have a cruel nickname for Blondie?" Atton asked.

"Condescending Explanation: Becuase, Meatbag Rand. Master requested that I protect and accompany the tiny historian Master." HK explained.

"What! She never told me about that..." Atton looked away. So Blondie gets a protective assasin droid bodyguard and I get a small walking trash heap. Oh yeah, that's real fair.

"Amused Theory: Perhaps it is because she likes him better." Hk's photoreceptors gleamed brightly.

"The next person who says that she likes him better is gonna be found lying in a pool of their own blood..." Atton looked at HK, "Or oil."

"Eager Threat: I would love to see you try, Meatbag." HK brought his gun up to eye level.

Atton sensing that the droid would come through on that threat, decided to let the topic drop. "Whatever, just get on the ship. We need to go pick up..." HK looked at Atton threateningly. "...Mical."

Great, now I don't even get to call the small fry a name. This trip is going to be loads of fun...

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Mical paced eagerly outside the doors of the Enclave. He took deep calmign breaths, yet nothing seemed to douse his excitement. He hadn't seen her for quite a long time. I wonder if she looks any different. He walked a few steps to the left, then to the right. Maybe she has grown more beautiful in the time she has spent away from here. He took another deep breath. He came to a shocking revelation.

It would not matter...because she loves Atton. I always saw the way she looked at him. I also saw the way she looked at me. I am no more to her but a friend...a companion...a disciple. He sighed and stood still. He went through the code in his head several times. But the hurt was still there. The dejectedness was still there. He longed for her to return the feelings he had for her. But he wanted her to be happy. And she was happy...with Atton.

"Anytime now, huh?" Mira said from the inside archway of the Enclave.

"Yes, Atton will be here soon and we will go and find Fiona." Mical said calmly. No hints as to his real feelings about the situation.

"Then what's eating you?" Mira asked.

Mical forgot that Mira was a Jedi too. She wasn't as trained in the Force as he was, but she still had a way of seeing right through people. " I am fine. Your concern is noted and appreciated, but it is misplaced."

Mira looked doubtful. "Somethin' is bothering you...but hey, if you don't wanna talk about it than fine. Do you really think you'll find her?"

Mira could see how Mical tensed at the question. "It is a big galaxy, but I believe the Force will guide us to her."

"And if it doesn't?"

"Then I suppose it just isn't the will of the Force."

"Still holding on to all your old philosophies, I see. Well, good luck." Mira turned to leave as the Ebon Hawk entered the atmosphere and began its landing sequence.

Mical began to go but was stopped by Mira's voice. "I hope you find her. Bring her back safe, Mical."

"Of course, it would be my pleasure." Was his answer.

A/N: REVIEW! I would love to hear your ideas on the story and any constructive critisism would be of great help! I hope I'm doing justice to the characters...I do so try my best...