Knights of the Old Republic II: Sith Lords - Volume 3: The Enclaves.

Knights of the old Republic and Starwars are owned by George Lucas (I think he owns them both). Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all characters belong to Joss Whedon. I own nothing here. As said by many wise men..and women…please don't sue me.

The timeline for Buffy takes place about three years after the end of Buffy. No exact date has been decided. KOTOR 2 timeline starts right from the beginning of the game. I apologize now for my lack of grammar etc, etc. I've never posted anything I've written until now. This bug has been floating in my skull since I first read Slayers of the old republic by Michael Weyer. It definitely fed my imagination. Thanks Michael. Anyways on with the show. Please comment. It won't get better in quality or quantity without constructive criticism.

Korriban - Sith Academy

Xander Harris stared at the scene before him and nearly collapsed, the blood, everywhere he looked was blood, he couldn't even be sure that the face under all of that blood belonged to Coldelia Chase.

He felt like throwing up, he felt like screaming, but all he could do was stare down at the face of a woman he once loved, now a complete mockery of the beauty she once possessed.

A sudden pressure on his shoulder drew his attention, everything shifted in slow motion, his eyes slowly focused on another face, younger, Faith.

Her lips were moving, but he couldn't hear what she was saying, he tried to focus, willed his ears to work, and it did, at first it sounded like a dull recording, being played back very slowly, and then his brain kick started again.

"Xander!, are you with me?!" she said, or hollered "Xander!".

He nodded "Yeah!...yeah, i'm here, i'm good" he said, calming down a little.

"Shit Xan, i thought you broke on me" she sighed.

Another voice broke in from his right "She's alive, barely".

Looking he spotted Jon kneeling next to the cage, delicately checking for a pulse "We have to get her out of this cage and back to the ship fast" he said, the look of worry clearly visible in his eyes.

Xander nodded and pulled himself off the stone floor, igniting his violet saber he easily slashed through several bars, being careful to not hit anyone, then stepped forward "I'll grab her feet, faith grab her under the arms, we need to be carefull, we have no clue how badly she's been hurt".

Faith only nodded as she moved after him, a few seconds later they had her on the floor where they could check her over more easily.

Jon kneeled and quickly began checking for obvious wounds "There's no bruising, lots of burns and lacerations though...she's been tortured, badly".

"How can she be alive...all this blood?" Faith whispered.

Jon shook his head "Alot of it's already tried up...she's probably been allowed to heal between..." he stopped, not wanting to actually say it.

Xander turned to look around the room, to look at anything but the damage she had been forced to endure, and stopped, he stepped back into the cage, and when he stepped back everyone could see he was holding a bloody data-pad "Faith...can you?" he asked, holding it out hesitantly.

She nodded and stood up, taking the device she moved to a nearby table and wiped the screen, then turned it on "It's her diary, all entries were erased but one" she glanced to Xander before reading.

"I came to Korriban seeking a Sith, and though i found one, it was not what i expected. I am no fool, yet i fell neatly into his trap. The Sith Lord, Darth Sion is a perversion of the dark side, such as i have never seen before. Though he was cunning enough to capture me, luckily my Padawan Kah escaped, i have little hope he survived the harsh surface of this twisted world, but hope i shall cling too. Darth Sion at first seemed to be a brilliant Master of the Darkside, now however, i am convinced he is nothing but a brute, a powerfull and relentless brute, but a brute none the less. And it would not surprise me to learn that he is not a true Lord, but merely a pawn. His hatred and perverse rage would be a hindrance if he were to seek true power. Still, i am in a cage, he is not. If i keep my wits about me i may be able to escape this situation. In hindsight i am glad that i created a system account under my name. Hopefully the program i uploaded will be enough to unlock the main door back to the valley".

Handmaiden was already typing away on the only computer console in the room "There is no account under Lonna Vash".

"Cordelia Chase" Xander said "Try Cordelia Chase".

A few seconds later the white haired Echani nodded, and a second later a slight vibration could be felt through the floor.

Jon quickly moved to the door "Something tells me that we had better get moving, before every assassin in this place decides to block off that exit".

Xander nodded "Faith, your the strongest here" he said.

"I'll carry Queen C...you guys keep those fucks off our backs" she nodded, and stowed her weapons, then carefully picked up the fallen Jedi Master.

"Xander, Handmaiden...you guys should take lead, i'll bring up the rear" Jon suggested, swapping out his rifle's magazine for a fresh one.

Xander nodded "You ready H?".

The warrior woman nodded, and extended her force lance "Always".

Xander nodded and bolted down the hallway, his lightsaber ready for anything that might get in his way.

Dantooine - Ebon Hawk

Willow listened to the distant humming of Atton as he puttered around the engine room, no doubt keeping himself busy so he wouldn't think about a certain young brunette, the thought almost threw Willow's focus and she almost lost the serenity she had sought for so long.

Reaching even a light meditative state hadn't been easy, and nearly impossible during the space flight from Telos, she was pretty sure that the lack of a planetary body was the culprit, but now, even with the empathic scars that Dantooine possessed, she could feel a healthy world, healthier than earth even, and within that thought she understood the lazy euphoria that had seeped into her since they landed.

Within an hour of arriving she felt her internal reserves fully charged, she couldn't think of another way to describe it, she felt better now than she could ever remember, as if the health of the world was somehow healing her own pains, her own scars, it filled her with an odd happiness, tinged with more than a shred of guilt.

The thought burned slightly, she shouldn't feel such things, or at least she shouldnt allow such things to bother her, not now at least. So she turned her thoughts to the more immediate problem, of shielding her own magical signature, to keep the bad guys from finding them through her.

She allowed her mind to flow free within herself, she found it helped alot to let her own subconcious guide concious thought in finding solutions to nearly any problem.

Abruptly, it ended. Her concentration slipped away. Her eyes snapped open as a nearly physical sensation gripped her heart.

"Someones here".

Willow didn't hesitate, she was already on the move, pulling both Zat gun's from the holster hanging from her make shift bunk in the cargo hold and then ran for the corridor "Atton!, we've got company!" she bellowed as loud as she could as she passed through the central lounge.

She didn't stop however, and continued straight through to the opposite side of the ship, the feeling of pain and anger grew as she neared the only other sleeping berths on the Hawk.

Rounding the corner she crossed the threshhold and skidded to a stop, in the center of the room knelt a dark robed figure, facing the far wall, Willow could almost taste the pain that filled the room, rolling waves of anger and hate felt like cobwebs to her skin.

"Who are you" she asked quietly.

The figure slowly stood, and turned slightly, a woman, her face half concealed with a dark veil, revealing only the lower half of her face, she said nothing as she ignited a deep crimson light saber, and advanced.

Dantooine - North of Khoonda

Shannon slipped through the tall grass easily, as if she wasn't even there, her presence amongst the small herd of Kinrath went completely unnoticed, even now she wondered how she could get so close to them.

Still, she had to admit that it felt good, the Slayer inside her was nearly purring with this hunt, and a hunt it truly was.

She had luckily managed to get access to everything Gerron had on the Kinrath before she accepted his request to 'Help' with the infestation to the north, and studied everything before leaving on this little scouting mission.

She wasn't stupid, she had no intension of actually entering the Kinrath Caves, but a little reconaisance wouldn't hurt.

Rising slowly she managed to confirm her intial count, seven adult males and six adult females, she was glad she didn't see any markings that indicated the presence of a Kinrath Viper.

She moved forward slowly, making every effort to keep down wind as she skirted the edge of the herd, she wanted a clear view of the cave entrance before she headed back to the ship. It took only a few minutes to skirt the herd and make a short dash for a small rise that would give her a good view of the flatlands for at least a kilometer around.

Reaching the top she dropped her visor, shielding her eyes from the bright Dantooine sun and scanned the horizon, and smiled as she spotted what had to be the Kinrath cave, set within a crevase that would be easy to reach, assuming she had a way past the two dozen Kinrath milling about the entrance.

"Shit, wow the hell can we clear all those out" she whispered, but then another sight had her completely entranced.

"What the..." she said as she spotted a humanoid figure exit the cave and walk right passed several Kinrath, like he was one of them.

Shannon smiled "This is interesting" she said to herself as she jumped down, and easily vanished into the tall grass, intending to follow the mysterious individual.

Dantooine - East of Khoonda

Dawn watched the small speck of her sister speading away on her speeder, and looked down upon hearing a familiar beeping noise "She won't be gone long T3, she's just going to get Atton and the supplies you said we needed".

The small droid beeped and whistled, bringing a smile to her face.

Checking the translation pad she smiled "Are you sure we can have it up and running by nightfall?".

T3 seemed to straighten up, the beeping seemed more direct.

"Okay, i wasn't questioning your diagnostic of the ship, i was just clarifying" she smiled.

The small droid shrunk in height, Dawn got the impression that it was relaxing slightly, then beeped once and turned back towards the large Class M Freighter, or as she discovered was a converted Republic Navy Droid Carrier.

She studied the outside of the old ship for a few minutes, and found the overall design sort of appealing, even if it did need a serious over haul and paint job, the interior was sparce, but roomy, with more than enough room for her small group, infact she could probably take everyone and still have room to spare.

"Not bad for a hand full of credits and a few crates of medical supplies" she smiled.

"Your right, not bad indeed".

Dawn nearly jumped out of her skin, causing her to spin and draw both of her sabers instantly.

A short distance away stood a dark figure, male if the voice could be trusted, but that was where her observations ended, the robes were so heavy and thick she couldn't see any skin, no face, no arms, it was like he was wrapped in shadows.

"Peace" the figure said, chuckling lightly "I have no desire to clash swords, not yet at least".

Dawn relaxed only slightly, turning off her swords, but she didn't sheath them "Who are you?".

"For now, a friend" was the only responce as he slowly moved towards the ship, only to spin suddenly "Tell me, how much do you kow of the threat that hunts you?".

Dawn moved in pace with the dark man, making sure to keep a healthy distance "Hmm, you tell me oh dark and mysterious...and speaking of which, i'd look for another fashion consultant, cause the look you got now, not really doing it for me".

He chuckled again "No need for such antagonizing wit, i assure you i am no threat, not yet at least" he moved again, slowly circling "And you never answered my question".

Dawn forced a smile "Oh, i didn't, sorry, what was it again?".

"Please, let's stop playing games, if you answer my question, i may be persuaded to answer one of yours, a chance to gain much needed intelligence should never be arbitrarily ignored" he responded.

Dawn regarded him for a few seconds, and called upon the force to give her some edge or insight into the dark figure infront of her, but she couldn't sense anything, it was like he wasn't even there.

"Nice try, sloppy, but points for effort" he snickered.

"Fine" she snapped "What do you want to know exactly?".

"Your enemy, how much do you know of them".

Dawn sifted through her thoughts, her memories, trying to decide if anything she knew could be used against them, and she realized that she had no clue, not one.

"All i know is that the enemy is bent on destroying the Jedi order, completely" she finally said.

The figure turned abruptly back to the ship "This i already know, you expect me to believe that you know less than i?".

"Guess so" she snapped "I'm just the side-kick, i don't know much" she added with a little California ditz thrown in for effect.

"Then i shall enlighten you, if that is you ask the right question" the figure retorted, she could hear the smile in his voice.

Dawn hesitated only a second "Who is behind all of this?".

"That i don't know" he answered "Whoever is behind this is wrapped in shadows thicker than the ones i walk with, he or she is much more experienced in clouding the minds of others, perhaps even capable of altering memories".

"Why, why are they doing this?" she asked.

"Nah ah...my turn" he said, finally raising a leather clad arm to wave a single finger "Your connection to the Exile, it has given you the ability to use the force yes?".

Dawn remained silent, not sure of what to say.

"I thought as much".

"My turn, i ask again, why are they doing this?" she asked.

The dark figure drooped his head slightly, as if he was thinking "Truthfully, i have no clue, who knows what goes on in the minds of Sith Lords" he chuckled.

"Funny, your one to talk" she snapped.

"I'm flattered you would concider me to be one of such power, but i should clarify, i am merely an agent, a pawn, such as you are" he said with a bow.

At that moment Dawn's constant probing finally slipped through...something, a crack, and what she felt from the man before her nearly overwhelmed her, she stumbled slightly and gasped for breath.

And then, it was gone, like it was never there.

The figure leaned forward "Was it something i said?".

"What are you?" she hissed as she tried to catch her breath.

The figure hesitated, she could feel his gaze, "I am no different than you i'd imagine, just someone seeking answers".

Dawn was quickly getting frustrated "Why me?".

He stopped "Finally, a worthy question, perhaps you aren't a waste of time after all".

"Why come to me?, why not someone else?" she asked.

"Because the others would not stop to listen, they are deaf to that which flows around them, but you...you have a mind willing to listen, to watch, to learn" he said.

"Okay..i ask a question i get cryptic crap, i shouldn't be surprised" she said louder than she wanted.

"Be mindfull of old habits, of influences...you were doing so well before you channeled your sister" the figure interjected.

Dawn nearly forgot herself as she stepped foward "What do you know of my sister?" she growled.

"Oh my...such easily provoked anger, you just might be what i'm looking for" the figure almost cackled.

She stepped back, and with a few breaths easily pulled her emotions within, hazy instinct gleaned from her connection with Shayla helped.

"I'm impressed, you are truly a natural, the connection has given you basic instinct and knowledge" he said, almost as if he was talking to himself.

"Enough of this, tell me what you really want or leave" she said surprisingly with nearly no emotion.

"Ah, now we are getting somewhere" he said "But ask yourself, will everything you have gained from her be enough, will all the knowledge and ability that you didn't work for, that you haven't earned, allow you to save them?".

Those words nearly shattered her concentration, she could feel her heart beat increasing, her breathing growing more shallow "Shut up".

"Do you think you can face this threat, and actually make a difference?" he asked.

"Shut up!" she hissed through clenched teeth.

"Ask yourself" he repeated.

"No".

"Because you already know the answer, you already know that you are not worthy of the gift you have been given, you have taken without effort, without years of training or study...pathetic".

Dawn could feel the anger rising inside her, her vision narrowed, her breathing increased "Shut up, shut up!".

"Make me" he said coldly.

Dawn gave in, she gave in to the words that she knew were true, to the fear and the anger.

She leapt towards the dark figure, roaring, as she ignited her twin crimson blades.

So far so good. My fingers just won't stop moving.