Chapter 2

Exile's POV:

The ship launched out of hyperspace and Exile fell back against her freighter's seat, the wind knocked out of her from the forgotten force of light speed. She breathed in slowly, wincing slightly, and cursed under her breath. Damn. The speed of hyperspace was stronger than she remembered.

After blindly leaving the Unknown Regions, Exile had trusted the Force to guide her where she needed to go, but the fate that ruled over the whole galaxy had brought her to the sector of space where Peragus had once been. She could make out pieces of metal drifting around an asteroid and she closed her eyes as unwanted memories of Malacor V entered her mind. The Mandalorians… the machine that would eventually end the Mandalorian Wars… Kri- no. She stopped herself. Thinking about her former master would leave the taste of the dark side in her mouth and even though she had stayed on the path of the light for many years now, she was not yet strong enough to resist the darkness that consumed the galaxy.

So why had she come back to Peragus? Was she so out of practice with the Force that it had led her to a random time of her life? Or was there something here that she would help her in her quest? Her quest, Exile thought to herself, the quest that she had was blindly following. She had no idea what she was going to do when she found her companions. 'Warn them' was all Revan had said, but he had given no more instruction after that. Warn them about what? The True Sith? And when they thought she was crazy what proof did she have? A year spent in unknown regions tracking them down? That was hardly evidence to support her warning. Then maybe some lingering loyalty in her friends would convince them that she was telling the truth…

A flash of silver caught her eyes. There was a ship heading towards her, it's orange and white body stained with the rust of a thousand fights. Exile smiled. It was the ship of her memories. Revan's ship and then her ship. Now it was whoever claimed it after she had left. It was the Ebon Hawk.

Atton's POV:

"What do you mean the hyper drive has a flaw?" Atton roared at T3-M4, the silver droid backing slightly away as the pilot of the Ebon Hawk aimed a kick at him.

"Drooo…" T3 whimpered, chiming quietly underneath Atton's hostile glare. Behind the droid, another stood, his russet head swerving from Atton to T3 and back again. HK-47 chuckled and when Atton met his glowing red eyes, the assassin droid commented, "Translation: He says that the hyper drive has been sparking for the past hour."

"Thanks I got it," Atton glowered at HK and then looked down at T3 again, anger coloring his cheeks. "Well, don't just sit around here waiting for a personal invitation go fix it and ask Bao-Dur to help you. I don't want you doing anything to this ship unless a Jedi is supervising you, got it?"

"I'll be happy to help him, Atton," Bao-Dur commented from behind the three, making Atton jump. The droids had heard the wooing from his remote so it was no surprise when the Jedi Guardian rounded the corner. "I'm beginning to feel restless. Fixing something is bound to drive that feeling away."

Atton watched as Bao-Dur led T3 in the direction of the hyper drive and HK following him, making sarcastic comments that the remote was taking offense too. Atton shook his head. He never like droids. The remote wasn't so bad since it learned it's manners from Bao-Dur, but T3, HK, and GoTo, the droid given to them by the Nar Shada Exchange member, really enjoyed to chime in on a lot of conversations that didn't include them.

Atton turned and was found face-to-face with Visas. He jumped backwards, surprised, and Visas' crimson lips curved into a smirk at his shocked expression. Atton glared and snarled, annoyed, "Would everyone stop doing that?"

Visas ignored him and murmured, "There is a freighter in this sector. It's showing no signs of hostility, but it's one of the ancient freighters that belonged to the Star Forge. The person inside of it is human and a Jedi, although their thoughts are too complex to read. It's somehow familiar though, but different." Visas paused, "Orders?"

Atton pushed past her and growled, "Don't alert the crew. I'll deal with this ship myself."