Atton Rand: Well, now that we just killed a planet, maybe one of you can tell me what's going on! Because between assassin droids, a Sith Lord that looks like he sleeps with vibroblades, and being target practice for a Republic warship, I was better off in my cell!

Note to Readers: Sorry for not updating this for a long time but I had a bit of writers block and also forgot about this until just awhile ago. I'm still looking for a beta to go back and correct everything on here for me. Otherwise don't be rude in the reviews about grammar and spelling since not all of us are great spellers or notice things others would.

I do this for fun and to see what people think about the story and what they hope to see happen. Rude comments and reviews will be removed since it seems to be a growing thing on FFN lately for people having a bad day or just to prove they are better than others. So if you are one of the rude know-it-all types, please don't bother to comment.

Now to those of you who have waited for over two years here is the next chapter that you've been wanting. Also I would like to get input from some people do you want John Sheppard to be related to Atton Rand or would you like to see him actually be Atton since I've given hints in previous chapters it could go either way.

Chapter 4

When Keller had returned Carson had administered the sedative to the Exile allowing her to sleep one could hope without the painful dreams of her past that plagued her, allowing her to suffer over and over again to the site of her dead lover, but nobody was sure what to make over her words about the Jedi and Sith part. There was no possible way it could be real let alone a rabid fan girl who was somehow super smart and created her own ship off your typical $10.00 an hour pay, but this was Atlantis after all and after so many years now of being out here in this part of space you had to really take into consideration you needed to think outside of the box when it came to strange events out here. When the woman's ship had been brought to Atlantis since they'd been forced to slice it in half almost all of the science team had been begging for Weir to send a message to Earth to ask them to get blueprints for the Millennium Falcon build since the ship resembled it part way, but it did have its own unique design to it, but ironically Weir had accepted the task and done so letting the people at the SGC get the things the science team had wanted.

Rodney had been like a kid in a candy store picking the ship apart wanting to get it rebuilt and pieced back tougher, but the painful task was understanding the ship since it was vastly different from anything they'd worked with before the fact that the ships database was a butchered version of the ancients own writing made it difficult to understand anything that was even there. Ironically he'd even gone as far to ask Weir if she could also get the SGC to find something related to the Star Wars writing that was shown at times in the movies since there was always a chance half of the time there was something for it, heck there was books and websites containing Lord of The Rings elvish writing so why not Jedi writing? However it wasn't just the ship that had Rodney completely giddy, it was the two robots that had been extracted from the ship. One had been found in a storage closet at least that's what they had assumed it was and the other one had been the one John and Ronon discovered under the rubble where the hyper drive had been.

Though even after 12 days nobody in the science labs had any luck reactivating the two robots and we're getting flustered at the complex systems inside both of them making it rather disconcerting nobody could get them operational which had led McKay in a foul mood since even his high IQ couldn't figure it out and he always liked complex puzzles when it wasn't going to endanger his life.

All of the members of SGA-1 we're currently in the meeting room, General O'Neill, Woolsey from the IOA, Colonel Caldwell, Jennifer Keller, and Weir we're all gathered in the room discussing about the events that had happened since two weeks ago and just what they should do with their live guest that had been recovered from the ship. She showed no signs of hostility, but had been in the medical bay even after coming to over 48 hours ago. She spoke a little as needed but otherwise she was silent and often lost in her own thoughts almost caught in a daze and hardly ate anything she was given. The look in her eyes always spoke in volumes as if she had no reason to stay alive in this world.

"So let me get this straight you guys are all buying into this Jedi and Sith mumbo jumbo? Last I checked Star Wars was just a fictional movie." Jack O'Neill stated boredly as he sat back in his chair still finding the reports he had been reading hard to swallow.

"Well the ship is defiantly a build you would see out of the movie, but Carson and Jennifer are the ones who have been working around her the most since we brought her here." Rodney pointed out as he turned his eyes briefly to his lover and looked back down to his computer where he was still staring at the scamatics of the ship.

"Well from the tests Carson and I have run on her she has high brain activity in all parts of her brain and there have been instances where we've um…Caught a few things floating across the room towards her…So we have reason to believe she is related in some form to the ancients, she has shown no hostile intentions but she doesn't want Colonel Sheppard to come around her at all. Not that he's done anything wrong, but every time he's come in just to check on her she curls in on herself and trys to make herself as scarce as possible. I asked her if she was able to draw the man she cared about that she was close to and I can see why in a way she has such a hard time now looking at Colonel Sheppard they look very much alike almost save for minor details." Keller commented pulling a picture off her clipboard and slid it into the center of the table to reveal the drawing of Atton Rand's headshot.

John looked at the picture that had been pushed into the middle of the table for everyone to view and raised his brow, there was no mistakening it he and this guy the woman had feelings for looked very much like him but he couldn't help it that they both looked alike. "Well that's creepy but if she's going to stay with us she'd going to have to get used to seeing me once in awhile around Atlantis." John calmly said as he folded his arms across his chest leaning back in his seat.

"She won't be with us long if she doesn't start eating Colonel. Even though she was sealed up in that statis device for over 5000 years to her it's only been four months since her lover died." Keller began frowning, not sure really what to do with the woman since they couldn't really force her to eat if she didn't want it.

"Well I would like it if she would be willing to live, this is our first and only time I think we've actually had someone of ancient decent alive and not trying to kick us out of Atlantis or trying to kill us after extracting them from a statis unit. There is much she could teach us or tell us and perhaps even help us with in unlocking secrets in Atlantis we have yet to even comprehend." Weir replied from where she sat.

"We in the IOA would like the same thing and anything she might be able to tell us or anything as far as advanced technology since her ship alone is one, and some of the items I was able to see today we're something the IOA would like to know more information about." Woolsey interjected receiving two scathing looks from Weir and Teyla.

"Mr. Woolsey do you understand human emotion or compassion or better the loss of a loved one who died before you?" Teyla interjected sharply.

"Well no but-"He never was given a chance to finish.

"Than it would be wise to not bother the woman called the Exile until she is more willing to open up to us, the top priority it seems now is we should be trying to make her settle in and adjust to her new life here in Atlantis and to move on past her pain." Teyla calmly stated hoping none of them would have to listen to the stories about the IOA wanting this and that since she knew from past experience herself how harsh and judgmental they could be.

"Dr. Keller was it?" Jack O'Neill questioned looking to the woman who gave a nod, "if you think she is able to be released from the clutches of yourself and Dr. Beckett allow Teyla and Ronon to escort her around the city to get used to it and I'm sure Dr. Weir will begin right away on having her own private quarters prepared for her." It was more of an order and not a question to have it done since he wanted to see the woman stay alive himself and start to ease into their usual daily routines here in the city of Atlantis.

"Well I would rather we keep her for one more day, but physically she is well to be released it's just mentally she isn't really prepared to deal with anyone. I would recommend she see someone twice a week to talk to about her problems to allow herself to open up and vent a little if it would help just so she has someone who will try to ease her mind." Keller opted.

"Sending her to the local shrink Doc isn't going to help much." John stated remembering the few times he was forced to go up and do the same thing and it never helped.

"Well Carson would agree with me and it would be the only way we will release her is if she agrees to it." Keller stated matter of factly.

"Well it's settled than on what to do so go hurry up and sign those release papers and get her out of there." Jack ordered.

"But…I wanted to ask her about the two robots we have in the labs, I just want to pick her brain apart for 30 minutes." Rodney said looking up from his screen.

"No Rodney, you can ask her when she'd settled in more." Jennifer said giving her lover a look that would make any man cower or any lover know they'd be sleeping out in the hallway tonight if they didn't listen.

Sighing in defeat Rodney wasn't up to take on Jennifer or Beckett at the moment, between the two of them they we're armed to their teeth in needles, but he could always be a sneaky gitt and lock the two of them in the medical bay area preventing them from doing any harm to him, not that he was thinking of really doing that mind you, but it was very tempting to just do it right then and there.

"If there is nothing else to discuss I think we can end this meeting." Weir stated standing up.

"Dr. Weir you're certain this is the right thing to do to allow this alien woman to roam freely?" Caldwell asked.

"Until she gives us a reason she is a threat Caldwell we will just watch and wait." Dr. Weir calmly stated to the man and left the room with O'Neill, Caldwell, and Woolsey close on her heals knowing this discussion wasn't over just yet.

Pulling the picture closer to him Jennifer left on the table as she had exited the briefing room John's eyes began to look at all the fine details put into the picture. He and this Atton looked alike almost, but there was minor differences in the two of them but he had been genuinely curious about her wanting to just sit and talk to the woman they'd pulled out of her broken ship and find out a little bit more about her, but it was hard to talk to someone when they looked at you seeing a ghost from their past or correct ghost from only a couple of months ago to her.

Looking at the picture Sheppard was holding in his hand Rodney stood up and shut the lid of the notebook he was working on, "Well I'm off to see what progress is being made on gutting that ship. You can come with me if you want." Rodney offered.

"Nah, I got to file some paperwork." John stood up taking the picture and folded it up tucking it into his pocket and left Rodney now deep in his own thoughts. 'This drawing looks just like that old black and white photo my grandmother showed me years ago of him.' John thought to himself as he headed back to his room to think to himself for awhile.

"Humph I hardly doubt it's paperwork." Rodney muttered to himself as he grabbed all his items and stood up leaving to go check on the ships progress.

Three hours later…

The Exile had been released from the Medical Bay with a clean bill of health, but she'd agreed to the rules of speaking to someone twice a week to get out of the bleak medical area just wanting to roam around wherever it was she was now forced to live, all she knew was the city she was in was called Atlantis and as Teyla and Ronon also referred to it the home of the Ancestors or the Ancients was another she kept hearing often. Certain things caught her eyes on the tour, the writing on some parts of the walls or devices in the city we're old Jedi writing, but she understood it without a problem since it was a requirement back on Coursant to know it since there was old texts some Jedi had to read in required courses before they became Padawan Learners or sent off to work on the farms of other worlds if you weren't accepted as a Jedi Master's Padawan. Those had always been a difficult thing if you didn't get accepted by a Jedi Knight or Master by the age of 13 or 14 you were sent to the Agori Corps to work and that was often a humiliation in its self to any young Padawan hopeful.

Had Revan never taken her and the others that would have been their fates too back then, but she had been lucky her Master had taken her and given her a chance to shine, but even now she couldn't help but silently wish she hadn't been picked or died that day when she tore away from the force creating the wound in it that resounded around her. Was this what had become of Nihilus before he became the monster he was? She couldn't help but wonder if this too was to become her fate and endanger these people who had taken her in.

None of them contained a hint of the force in them, but the man John Sheppard she had seen a tiny aura of it around him. It was hardly noticeable but she felt it as times, but she stopped herself from latching onto it no matter how much she wanted to she couldn't…He wasn't Atton and she didn't want to have to suffer to feeling another force bond severed with someone she had loved and come to care for. Death was always beside her waiting, watching, waiting to cut the small roots of hope that had begun to form and take root only to be uprooted and leave her alone again and falling through a never ending abyss of hell.

"So you sure there is no other name we could call you besides Exile? That seems rather depressing to just be called that all the time." Ronon commented breaking the woman out of her muses as they we're now leading her away from the main area where the cafeteria was down to the labs knowing McKay had some of her items from her ships down there.

"My real name doesn't matter anymore…I would rather try to forget about that name and stick to the title I was given when Keria found me floating through space the first time." The Exile stated looking around a little curious at the architecture of the hallways always seeing something interesting she'd never had expected to see in Republic space.

"Well if you ever need to talk you know you can come to Ronon or myself we will always be open and willing to listen to you. I promise whatever you tell me will never be spoken to another." Teyla promised her with a reassuring smile.

Looking at the woman named Teyla with her teal colored eyes she nodded allowing for the first time in over 48 hours a smile to cross her face. "Thank you."

"Now let's go see Doctor McKay, I'm sure you might find it amusing with the work he's been trying to do to get the two robots brought back to life you had on your ship." Teyla replied leading them now down some stairs as they drew closer to their destination.

Giving a nod the Exile followed the two down the stairs to the lab where it was busy with people moving back and forth working at various computers or trying to figure out the functions of some of the devices that had been extracted off the ship. Her eyes roamed through the lab seeing items that we're just simple tools for fixing parts of the ship, random crystals for making more lightsabers with, vibroblades, and of course HK-47 and T3-M4 who we're currently the ones being tinkered with the most as people we're trying to figure out how to get the two droids to properly work once again, but to no anvil they we're having no luck.

"Hey McKay we brought you a visitor." Ronon announced.

Pausing in the middle of his work McKay turned around as he was working in HK-47 trying to find out what exactly was stopping the robot from working. "Can't you see I'm busy-"His voice trailed off as he saw who was between Ronon and Teyla and his eyes lit up excited to finally speak to the woman he'd helped release from the stasis unit she'd been frozen in. "Well I think I have time for her…I don't suppose you could um show me how to get these robots turned on?" Rodney asked her moving aside.

"You haven't extracted any parts from the droids have you?" The Exile asked moving over beside McKay as she turned her eyes away from the man to the inside of HK-47 checking all the wires and other parts of inside of him to make sure nothing had been damaged within the assignation droid.

"No, but trying to figure out how to power both of them on is almost impossible, I've spent over two weeks now tinkering with them and had no luck what so ever in making it work." Rodney replied inching closer to see what she was doing.

"Apparently you've never seen these types of Droids…" The Exile said looking over at Rodney. "Do me a favor and move around in the front of HK-47 and open the front panel and tell me what you see and I'll work from inside here while you repair what I tell you to in the front." She stated calmly and turned around picking up two tools off the table and went to work inside of the droid.

Rodney didn't bother to argue with her as he was excited she was going to tell him how to assist in repairing the droid, "Great at least I'll be able to have an idea of how to help you again in fixing this." Rodney said rather proudly and opened it up and began telling her what he saw in front of him.

The two of them would work tougher relatively well in peace for the next two hours as the Exile properly instructed Rodney how to go about repairing the certain circuits in the front of HK-47 while she worked on the more difficult part inside of him making sure everything else was still functioning as she needed to check every circuit one at a time to check for anything that could have gone bad during her time she slumbered. As the Exile closed up the back of HK-47 she turned away setting the tools down on the table with her back now to the droid and McKay. "Enter 78012-7485-47 and HK-47 should turn on and be fully functional." She stated turning around to move over beside Rodney to make sure he entered the codes right.

"Right, I got it." McKay commented and began entering the codes into the small keypad he found and when he entered the last two digits he closed the front panel of the droid and jumped back startled slightly as he saw the thing jerk and begin to power up, looking up in awe at the droid he watched as it's golden eyes lit up.

HK-47 slowly began to power up as the assassin droids system and memories banks began reloading letting him remember who his past two masters were. Revan and the Jedi Exile after a few minutes the droids vision turned on and he looked down slowly seeing the Exile and the man in front of him tinkering with the front panel on him and instantly the droids hand shot out grabbing McKay around the throat in such a strong grip Rodney found himself lifted off his feet struggling to breathe for air gripping the droids arm with his other hand to stop from being choked to death.

"Statement, who do you think you are meat bag attempting to touch my inner circuitry boards. Master shall I destroy this fleshy meat bag?" HK-47 questioned.

The Exile watched silently as HK-47 switched on, but before she could even great the droid from his long slumber she watched as his arm shot out grabbing Dr. McKay around the throat and mentally wanted to hit her head into the wall since she forgot how the droid reacted to people that repaired him he didn't know or like, but to make matters worse the guards who we're outside the room had guns not just on her but also HK-47 and knew this wasn't going to be an easy day at all.

"So much for a normal day…" The Exile sighed to herself.

"Can't breathe…" McKay wheezed.

"HK-47 release him, Dr. McKay helped me in getting you operational again." She ordered.

"Statement, very well master but it is his fault for getting in my way." The droid stated releasing it's hold on Rodney who dropped to the ground lack a sack of potatoes trying to get the air back into his lungs.

"Don't shoot! He didn't mean it and even if you were to hit him you're primitive weapons would only ricoicoshay off him." The Exile ordered and she knelt down beside Rodney to make sure he was okay. "Are you alright Dr. McKay?"

Rodney sat their drawing in lungful of air trying to breathe. "I think so." He flinched finding swallowing and talking hurt.

The sound of several footsteps approaching could be heard as John Sheppard appeared Jack O'Neill, and Colonel Caldwell. "Would someone CARE to explain what is going on here? I heard McKay was just attacked by that walking tin-can." Sheppard ordered wanting answers and watched as the droid turned around looking at him. "Recitation…Master the meat bag Atton Rand is still alive." HK-47 said in an almost bored and disappointed tone, or what could at least pass for one.

Looking up the Exile looked at HK-47 and at Colonel Sheppard, "That's not him HK-47 that man is someone else and don't hurt them." She ordered the droid.

"Well now…This is interesting. I'm glad I stayed." Jack O'Neill spoke up wanting to know the full story before things we're taken the wrong way and feelings we're hurt.

TBC…