Hey guys, here it is, the last chapter. This takes place 5 years after the Star Forge…I do not own the characters or the game Star Wars Knights of the Old Republic that this is based on. Read, Review, and Enjoy!

Carth sat on the edge of the bed with her light saber between his fingers. It had been a long time since the Star Forge, and since he had heard from any of the others. For all he knew, they were dead. He longed to be dead too, or at least be traveling the galaxy again. There were 2 things keeping him from either. His son was with him again, and he was helping on Telos.

The restoration process had begun. It would be a long and difficult struggle for the planet, and he felt that he should help, seeing as he had lived there for so long. On that particular day, the restoration had been halted. And accident occurred yesterday; a building collapsed killing everyone inside. He had walked out of that build 5 minutes before-hand. He was so close to being with her again but not nearly close enough. His son thought he was crazy for wanting to die just because some girl he liked died. But it wasn't that. 2 women he loved had died in his arms, and there was nothing he could do either time.

That's not true. Had I picked up Oak as soon as I saw her and brought her back to the ship, she would have lived. It's my fault she is gone.

Carth's thoughts had been thinking like this since the day Oak died. But not only Oak, his wife too. He felt it was his fault that everyone near him died.

"Dad, you got a package." Dustil walked into the small apartment and threw the package on the bed Carth was on. It was light-weight, but had a heavy sense to it.

"Thanks, I guess." Carth put down the light saber and looked at the return name. 'Bastila Shan'. Carth ripped open the package and 2 data pads fell out. He tried to turn the first one on, but it had a password lock. Placing it down, he picked up the other. This one flickered to life and a note appeared.

Dear Carth,

I have not heard from you in a while, but I am not surprised. I heard you were on Telos with your son. I'm glad you have gotten back to life. I was worried you might not be able to after…well, you know. The other day, I was going through some of my old things. You know, old robes, data pads, books, those things, and I found a box labeled 'Oak'. You may or may not have noticed the second data pad in the package. It is Oak's journal. She would have wanted you to have it, I know that. I also know that it is locked, the password is 'gizka'. I think she liked the little beasts. Write me back Carth. I want to know you are still alive and that you got this. I'll be waiting to hear from you. Don't make me come over there.

-Bastila

Carth looked up from the data pad and sighed. Looking behind him, he noticed Oak's light saber was gone.

"Dustil, don't play with that!" Carth lunged across the room but Dustil slid out of the way.

"Come on Dad! You never let me play with it. I had training with these you know. I could turn it on. You're always saying how you miss seeing the color of the blade."

"Give it to me Dustil." Reluctantly, Dustil dropped the light saber into Carth's open hand.

He sat down again, picking up the second data pad. Carth sighed and typed in 'gizka' in the password box. The data pad started buzzing and Carth dropped it. "For Pete's sake." Carth picked it up again, looking at the screen. It was opened to what Carth assumed was the last entry Oak had made.

Dear Data Pad Journal Thing,

I have so much to tell you, but only 5 minutes to tell it in, so I'll make it quick. I went to the Elder's temple and guess who followed me there! Juhani and Jolee. So the three of us went in, and we walked around and killed Dark Jedi, and then we got to the roof, and Bastila was up there. We got in this big conversation and Jolee switched sides, right then and there. I was right the whole time, can you believe it? Anyway, Juhani and I came back to the ship (but she was really really upset about the Jolee thing) and when we got there, of chores we were questions, but why wouldn't we be? And then Carth got all nervous and then he told me he loved me! I couldn't believe it! I know I've been writing how much he had helped me and all, and how sweet he was, and how I had a crush on him, but I didn't think he returned the feelings, you know? Anyway, and then I told him I loved him, but that came as a shock to me too, because I really didn't know I did until I said it, you know that. Now we are trying to land on the Star Forge. I am getting really nervous. Eventually I have to face Malak, and when that time comes, I don't know if I'll be able to handle it. It's not like I've done anything like this before, and the galaxy is sort of…depending on me. GAH! There is so much pressure on me right now! Well, anyway, I had only 5 minutes to write this, but it's been 15, so I have to go tell my Crack Pilot (Carth, haha) he's on a whole bunch of juma. I'll write again after this whole thing is over, even though I still can't believe I'm talking to an inanimate object.

-Oak

Carth sighed as he put down Oak's data pad. Looking back at the data pad Bastila had sent him; he cleared it and then set it down, getting ready to write her a note back.

"Dustil?"

"Yeah Dad?"

"Can you turn on the light saber?" Carth threw it to Dustil, and with a smile, he complied. The cyan blue blade started humming as Dustil handed it off to Carth. He stared at it, remembering the light blue shade of Oak's eyes and how she had made a fuss over having a light saber the same color as her eyes. He handed it back to Dustil. "Turn it off." He commanded in a whisper and then lay back on his bed and fell asleep.

He was finally at peace as he slept that night, because now he knew something. He had a little piece of Oak with him. The data pad, and the light saber. He would have to thank Bastila in the morning.

Well, that's the end, hope you all liked it. Now that it's over, I have nothing to do but school work shutters, so if you have any ideas for something else I can write, please let me know. I can write it, sure, but the coming up with ideas…well, let's just say, Writers Block is my middle name.