A/N: Hi everyone! I'm back with another update. I'm enjoying writing this a lot so it was pretty quick! Thank you ether-fanfic for the review, it meant a lot :) Enjoy this next chapter and review if you'd like to see more, or if you want a certain aspect of the game reviewed by the KotOR gang.

"You're redeemed, Malak. Abandon the ways of meanness, and the dark side," Bastila preached.

Malak facepalmed, then conceded. "Fine. Just add me back to your group, PLEASE."

"Ew, I'm in Nem'ro the Hutt's palace," Atton said out of the blue. "I mean, the cantina's nice, and I SEE the pazaak tables, but I can't even play? What is this game!?" Atton pounded at his computer with both hands. "My character doesn't even sound like me. I do not have that accent."

Revan agreed, "Yeah mine doesn't really sound similar either. I was never this Jedi-like, was I, Malak?" Malak shook his head and Revan sighed in relief.

"Nor mine. I don't have an imperial accent, do I?" Meetra wondered.

Malak actually laughed for the first time in centuries, and it did not sound pleasant. "My smuggler sounds as different as it can get. I've always wanted to crack jokes like that. It's absolutely hilarious."

"You, Malak? Really?" was all Meetra could say. "That's more like Atton's thing."

Meanwhile, Bastila was starting at everyone, confused. She held her ear to the computer's microphone and listened, then paused. "My character kind of sounds exactly like that, except without the accent, and more soldier-ish. Like a Shepard. I don't even know what that is, but it sounds like that."

Revan listened as well. "That's true! Weird…"

Atton shrugged. "Cool, I guess. Just wait 'til you meet Grand Master Satele. I heard she sounds exactly like you but without the accent."

Revan high-fived him. "I'm heading over to the Tython Jedi Temple now. Going to meet 'Master Satele' right now. And I don't have a speeder, so running is insanely slow."

"DIEEEEEEEEEE, SKAVAK!" Malak thundered at his computer, suddenly and loudly, so that everyone was knocked out of their chair.

Meetra said giddily, "Skavak's tattoos look nicer than yours, and his betrayal was even better."

Malak shoved Meetra angrily and sighed. "I knew we shouldn't have listened to that Sith Emperor, huh Revan?"

Revan bit his lip, and didn't answer. He turned back to his computer and initiated a conversation with "Master Satele". His face, while impassive at first, suddenly melted into an expression of pure shock. Revan's eyebrows shot up and his jaw hit the floor. "DEAR FORCE! Bastila… YOU HAVE TO SEE THIS!"

Bastila, Meetra and Atton all headed over to Revan's computer and their expressions melted as well.

"Master Satele" was meditating. Then she stood up and stated, "Welcome, Padawan," in a voice that was almost exactly like Bastila's. The resemblance was uncanny, and it was terrifying at the same time.

Bastila immediately fainted when she read the Satele Shan in the subtitles.

"My goodness, I just want my character to get up and give Overseer Tremel a big hug," Meetra whispered sadly and suddenly.

Atton shook his head at her. "Sweets, this isn't the best time.."

Malak looked at the both of them. "And you two say you aren't boyfriend and girlfriend. Meetra, aren't you too young to be dating?"

Meetra looked at him like he was crazy. "I was like, 40! And we are not dating!"

"Yeah, we aren't," agreed Atton. "I don't know what you're talking about."

While Revan was helping to revive Bastila with a few buckets of cold water and a spare lightsaber, Malak made sure his smuggler promised to exact revenge on Skavak. But what he said was so scary that even the online Corso Riggs face showed an expression of fear and disgust.

Atton, driven half-mad by being in the cantina and being unable to do what he wanted to in cantinas, logged out and fixed everyone a cup of juma, desperately grasping his pazaak cards until his hands grew wet with sweat. He just would not let go.

Meetra was the only one left playing the game. She happily continued bashing slugs with her stick and it seemed to work out pretty well. She also made sure her Sith Warrior was making all light side choices. Meetra was also the first to get a guild invite from a guild called Scourge is Life.

"Oh, it's not that Scourge, I'm sure," she reassured Atton after he expressed his concerns. "I'm sure that 'Lord Scourge' wouldn't even dare show his face in this game after what he did."

Revan, dragging Bastila by the legs out of the room, nodded solemnly. "They would not be that cruel."

Malak, who muttered, "I hope not," got a silencing glare from Atton.

"Shut up, schutta," snapped Atton.

"I'm back, guys," Revan said suddenly as he emerged from the bedroom. "All I had to do was a few experiments. An injection here, a little yelling there, being mean to Jedi like that isn't that hard. You'd know that, right Jaq?"

Atton's face hardened. "Buddy, this is so not the right time."

"Yeah," Meetra pouted. "Treat Atton with respect, you know? R-E-S-P-E-C-T and kindness! Unless he was a slug. Then um… yeah. Do whatever."

"Ya know, I'm just going back to Nem'ro's and flirting with Kaliyo a little," Atton sighed, changing the subject. Revan noticed how his eyes darted quickly to Meetra before darting just as quickly back to his computer screen.

"Atton, do you have a CRUSH on Meetra?"

Atton frowned and looked at Revan like he was crazy. "What? You have major problems if you want to ask me that!"

Meetra nodded at Atton. "Just because he looks at me every so often doesn't mean that we're… in love with each other. Where did you get that childish notion, anyway?"

Revan looked back at the bedroom where Bastila lay still unconscious in reply.