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Star Wars:

Knights of the Old Republic:

The Jedi Order

With the Jedi Order completely wiped out, only the Exile, Atris, and his new apprentices remained. The Betrayer was defeated, her powers forever destroyed, all of the Sith fell at the hands of the Exile, his shimmering blade of hope had given way to his own apprentices rising up and fighting along side of him. The Exile turned and looked toward his allies, a somber feeling as he finally found peace in the destruction of the Sith, but at the cost of more innocent lives.

"Master Jorran, I guess it is time to rebuild the Jedi Order from what remains of the Jedi Enclaves on Dantooine, Telos IV, Coruscant, and wherever else." The Handmaiden, Brianna, said, fatigued from their battle with Kreia, she knelt down and rested on the ground. Wearing her mother's robes, she was a capable Echani warrior as well as a Jedi Knight. Sweat perspired off of her brow; her short platinum hair fell down into her face as it slowly dripped sweat. Her prowess matched that of Jorran, and she felt the same love of battle as Jorran had, yet they both knew that they could not preserve all of the Jedi knowledge, some of it was indeed lost to the Sith. Her deep blue eyes twinkled as she smiled standing back up, her well made body still finding its limitations ran quickly without the Force. "Perhaps our academy will teach Echani battle tiers and techniques as well?" She wondered, hoping her master would allow it.

"We will restore the Jedi Order, all of us, together. We will impart unto it the prowess that has allowed us to survive for so long. We will impart our knowledge and our wisdom, our truths and principles, but most importantly, we will impart our lives and be forgiven for our pasts as we dedicate our futures to its and our redemption." Jorran said, looking to Visas gently, then to Atton, Bao-dur, and Mira. He raised his lightsaber, igniting the blazing sword, a violet wave sprung forth, igniting the passion within his allies. "By authority as the last of the Jedi Order, I promote you all to Jedi Masters." His strong face smiled under the purple hue, his dark hair and his goatee shining with justice. One by one, they raised their lightsabers; Atton threw his up merrily, atoning for the crimes of his past, his blade blazing forth rays that would make the sun weep; next the Handmaiden, having been swayed by the words of the Exile when first they met, her devotion strived for him as long as she drew breath, cast up her lightsaber, its blade casting a calm devotion of waves as if they swept through the ocean, instead of the blade of a sword; the Redeemed, Visas Marr raised up her lightsaber, the gift the Exile had bestowed upon her, even after she appeared aboard the Ebon Hawk and tried to kill him, he destroyed her lightsaber in order to save her. The wicked blade of Darth Nihilus gone, the Exile gave her a new saber, one with a blade so pure it was like staring into heaven; Bao-dur, finding his loyalties to the Exile, raised his lightsaber as well, igniting its blade released a shattering bronze blade; and then Mira, knowing the pact she made with the Exile, she honored him by raising her saber erecting the blade like those blades of grass that harbored beneath their feet on Dantooine.

"So we are all in agreement, we are chosen to usher forth the new age of the Jedi. The pressure is on us to succeed where the Sith have forced others to fail." Jorran looked at his comrades, those he had taken upon the journey to defeat the Sith. None of them had been experienced in the Force until the Exile taught them, excepting Visas, but they were all to prove valuable allies as they became true Jedi warriors. As they entered real space, the Ebon Hawk jury-rigged from its apparent ruins, thanks in part to Bao-dur and Atton both.

Riding towards Dantooine, the Jedi were all but tired, despite their apocalyptic ordeals, they managed to continue their old routines. Brianna practiced her Echani, Atton continued to play Pazaak in his head, Bao-dur continued to work on the ship, T3-M4 roamed around the ship at his own choice, Visas sat meditating in her dark chambers, yet Jorran still wandered from room to room, his routine.

He entered Visas's chambers, she meditated in the darkness and lamented on the Force, how clearly she could see now thanks to Jorran opening her up to the Light side. She willed herself to be a sacrifice to him, she would sooner die then see him hurt or unprepared, now there was nothing left to protect him from, her former master was dead, Nihilus was destroyed by his former servant, a betrayal befitting of one of Darth Traya's apprentices. Her hood covered her nonexistent eyes; Jorran sat beside her and placed his arm around her. Her body tensed up for a moment almost as if not expecting his warm touch, he pulled her hood back and looked upon her in the gentle darkness, her long black hair fell plainly down her neck, her cherry red lips almost seemed to utter some nothing that she had never heard of until that very moment.

"My life is yours." She said, instinctively shaking like an animal, fearful of being hurt at any moment by an unpleasant grip or squeeze, yet she found no discomforts in his gentleness, or any hidden sadism, he gently raised her chin up with his curled index finger, tenderly holding her chin in between with his thumb. "All I am is yours." She said as she received his kiss, mesmerized without normal sight. Having no eyes as a Miraluka, somehow she was captivated by the way she saw him through the Force. She felt his softness through the Force, his passion, as well as his pain, yet that seemed oddly complacent now, having been tamed by an abundance of peace and calm. She raised her hand and felt his soft defined cheek, she rest his forehead to hers, "Milord, I will sacrifice everything for you, my heart is yours…I…" She struggled with words; her mouth drew at its corners flustered.

"I know, I love you too, Visas." Jorran finished for her, "Though we are Jedi, we will not fall to the ignorance of our predecessors. I will honor you as my wife before my apprentice." He said drawing her closer for another passionate kiss, leaving her awestruck and invulnerable, she overflowed with joy and love, no longer the abused servant; she was now an equal, of love and stature. She moved closer and held him, melding with him into one love as they held each other in their arms.

Atton Rand, sitting in the cockpit of the Ebon Hawk lay back and relaxed as he set the course for Dantooine. Mira walked in and joined him, she had dropped off her jacket, wearing only her green tank top, tied in a knot revealing her midriff, she sat beside him quietly, he continued to play Pazaak in his head she could feel it. He looked almost as if he were sleeping, for once since their long journey, he was relaxed, there seemed to be no more internal struggles within him.

"You look pretty calm." Shattering the silence, her turned to her and saw her grin slyly. Her revealed body seemed a bit paler then usual, due in part to physical exertion and the sudden entrance into a ship in cold space.

"I still can't figure you out, you hate me, yet you won't leave me alone, you must truly be in love with me." Atton remarked with his scoundrel's grin, opening his eyes he looked at her with a false objectification and whistled. "I'm glad you grace me with you presence, now how much do I owe you?"

"Still the same chauvinistic male bantha as always" she replied, "You know, for once I'd like you to actually pay me a compliment, and after all I've done to keep your sorry butt out of trouble." Picking up a towel lying around beside her, she began drying her hair; she stopped and smelled it, turning to him, "Do I even want to know why you have this here?"

"Well your highness, if you pulled the stick out of your rear unloading ramp you might actually see what a decent guy I am." Having struck a cord, Atton seemed pretty prideful over his victory, if he truly had one; Mira finished drying her burning red hair and tossed the towel onto his head before getting up, rubbing it in, and looking at the galaxy map.

"Speaking of driving cargo into someone's loading ramp." Mira mentioned, an immature smile on her face, she looked at Atton, who returned a similar look of juvenile behavior, "Jorran has not returned from the Miraluka's chambers for quite some time." She knew it would strike a cord if she spoke too loudly, as it would echo straight into the cargo bay where the Handmaiden trains.

"Well, I knew he had some spunk in him, I imagine though that he must be quite the charmer, especially to fill the ship full of women." Atton remarked, winking, "On our short time on Peragus, I taught him all he knows."

"Then that answers why I'd not share his company when I first met him, you set him back." She laughed as she left to watch Bao-dur continue his repairs.

"There's nothing wrong with my skill, I could have any woman if I wanted I just choose to spare them from heartbreak." Atton reassured himself, for an instant, he finally took his mind off of Pazaak and thought deeply about settling down as a Jedi.

"How did I fall to the Dark side so easily?" Atris asked, looking up to Brianna, who continued her Echani shadow training. Her long white hair fell out of its bun and wrapped around her. "…Why did I believe that I could restore the Jedi Order all on my own?"

"You didn't, milady Atris, you believed in restoring the Republic before you restored the Jedi Order." Brianna replied, lessening her concentration as she focused herself to battle on two fronts.

"…I fell to the Dark side long ago, long before I met up with you Echani sisters. Long before I destroyed Katarr by advertising it as the gathering ground of the Jedi, even before the Jedi Civil War, I was ready to execute Jorran for disobeying the Council." Atris pleaded, "I was so betrayed that he would justify his actions that I honestly wanted to destroy him and everything that he was."

"Milady, he has forgiven you, he has forgiven all of us for our inner demons, and because of him we have all become stronger for it. I even broke my oath to you and my other Echani sisters and followed the path of my mother and became a Jedi. These are not things that doom us; they are simply personal failings that we will try to move past." Brianna stopped her training and sat beside Atris, "Like my mother, I became a Jedi, and I look to both you and the Exile for my inspiration, without either of you, I would still be the 'last' of the Handmaidens, weak and unable to fully express myself like an Echani Warrior."

"…Brianna…there is something I must tell you, something that will surely pain you." Atris went on, a dark and terrible secret looming in her voice.

"Yes milady?" Brianna sat, many dark things came upon her mind, things that out of no realistic possibility could ever be real, but lingered on her still.

"…You're mother Jedi Arren Kae, exiled from the Order when she joined the Mandalorian Wars, but she was looked down on when she gave birth to you; followed by you father Yusanis, the father of the Echani sisters; was one and the same as Kreia, who was Darth Traya." Atris revealed solemnly, her light blue eyes squeezed tightly, "I remember it vividly now, when she first took ill she was examined and found to be carrying you. I apologize for having to tell you this." Atris reached out, though unqualified to handle delivering devastating news and consoling someone, Atris had been opened by her battle with the Exile, and from him she learned that she should express those emotions she repressed for so long, however she could.

"…My mother was the Sith Lord?" Brianna sat shaken, "…but she…she can't be, my mother fell in the Mandalorian Wars alongside my father…"

"Your mother's body was never recovered, your father had challenged Revan and lost, you know this, be strong." Atris reassured her, cradling her like a wounded child.

"…But…she was so intent on killing me…" Brianna began to break down, "…she targeted me and nearly killed me…"

"…Brianna, Arren Kae was your mother, when she fell to the one known as Darth Traya, you mother became a distant memory to her, but I promise you, your mother still loves you. Do not weep my child, as long as I am here, I will keep you company."

Brianna looked seemingly broken by this revelation, she fought Kreia alongside the Exile, their blades striking in unison, Kreia paid Brianna no sympathy as she used her mastery of the Force to oppose them, wielding three lightsabers through the Force with which she defended herself and attacked all of them with. "But…I don't understand…" Brianna replied, quivering in pain as she contemplated the shock and replayed the battle over and over in her mind, trying to find some inconsistency in her attacks that would show even the smallest amount of humanity within her.

"Darth Traya murdered your mother, she betrayed the Jedi Order; your mother was a loving and compassionate Jedi and mother, I assure you of this Brianna." Atris, the hold of the Dark-side weakened over her, "I assure you."