I'M SO SORRRRY DX. This isn't how long I was expecting to not write this up!

6 months ago I started writing this Kotor story. That was little bit before thanksgiving of last year in 2014, But i finally managed to fine a job after looking for so long. I'm sorry to any readers who have been wanting to read my story. even tho i doubt there many who actually do . I hope you all enjoy! I'll try to get more chapters up when i get the chance.

I DO NOT OWN STAR WARS!
ALLS I OWN ARE MY ORIGINAL CHARACTERS.

Chapter One: A Change in Command

Carth Onasi groaned as leaned back in his temporary office chair, placing down a datapad upon the desk in front of him. He hated datapad work. Nothing was drearier than reading a datapad for hours catching up on things he should have caught up earlier on, but as always he always left things like this to be last minute. Who wouldn't? The countless hours of reviewing rosters, reading the skills of each crew member under his command, as well as their bio on where they come from what species they are and so on and so forth. It was enough to drive anyone insane. After all he was more of the taking up action part, flying ships, dismantling and rebuilding his blasters and practicing his shooting in the training room, not someone who would be behind a desk.

Swirling around his temporary office to look out the window, he sighed as he watched speeders and ships fly by. "What's the point of remembering who all these people are? No doubt they could die any minute on a mission or be transferred somewhere else," Carth muttered to himself. But Carth knew that it wasn't because he will never see them again after this mission, it was because he is a commanding pilot for the Republic.

Carth's duty in serving the Republic wasn't just being some soldier and pilot, he also needed to know who they are, what his crew members are doing, where they are, what shifts they take and what their skills are for piloting the ship. It was Republic regulations that stated he should look over all this.

So in other words. It was his job, a part he didn't particularly like doing but it was his job none the less. As a faithful Republic soldier he was determined to see it through.

Carth had recently been transferred from one ship to another in the last six months between an on ranging war between the Republic and the Sith. He was currently residing in a temporary soldier's apartment for the commanding personnel on the planet of Alderaan, awaiting for the ship that will be picking him up and other soldiers in a few days' time, to take to a Hammerhead-class cruiser called the Endar Spire.

Nothing much less exciting for who he was. A tall man standing a little over six feet in height. He preferred to keep his short dark brown hair back away from his face, but his hair always managed to get couple strands of hair falling over the right side of his forehead. Supporting a stubble beard, he didn't have much of a taste in clothes, always wearing his favorite orange pilot jacket, gun holster and black pilot pants with the occasional orange on the side of his legs or at the knee pads, than the Republic assigned uniform. But as long as he felt comfortable in his own clothes, he didn't give a damn about what others thought.

He was to be the new pilot of the Endar Spire, under the commanding officer Bastila Shan. At three hundred and fifteen meters long, the Endar Spire is at the top of its class, only one other ship could be called it's twin; The Harbringer.

Armed with the latest defenses that the ship's manufacturers, Rendili Hyperworks, could design. Four double light turbo lasers, two medium turbo lasers, two point defense laser cannons, one tractor bean, and many of the newest shield technology a ship could have. It was the perfect ship for the current mission, to stop Malak's invading Sith army of the outer rim worlds, such as Tatooine, Taris and many others.

Carth signed deeply as he swiveled in his chair from the view of outside Alderaan. Leaning forward toward the desk he picked up his datapad again, scrolling through a bit of information of some crew members, occasionally stopping now and then to read a few that might have some interest in skills, but nothing majorly interesting since all of them have trained in the same combat tactics and trained in the same piloting information. He then stopped on one particular crew member, well he had no choice it was the last one on the list.

Name: Trask Ulgo (Noble son of the house of Ulgo)

Gender: Male

Species: Human

Rank: Ensign

Skin color: Fair

Hair color: Blonde

Eye color: Blue

Skills: Trained in various types of armor from light to heavy, as well as in the use of melee weapons, blaster pistols, blaster rifles, and heavy weaponry. Basic security skills and repair. Trained in top-class first-aid in a small medical corp.

"Another noble prodigy it seems," Carth muttered as he got up from his chair and stretched. Walking over to his pack, which he placed earlier that day by the door to the apartment, he placed his datapad in the side compartment.

He always traveled light, he didn't need much. He only needed the bare essentials; toiletries, clothes, medpacs. There was no need to bring anything beyond that, he was always traveling to some place or another. Always being on the move caused for one to travel light anyway.

In a few days' time he will be on the move again, on another mission, on another ship, under another commanding officer and for once, he felt like something else was missing, something that he might have overlooked. Maybe he was just being paranoid, but he felt like things soon were going to change.

But as far as Carth Onasi knew, as he took off his jacket and black shirt getting ready for bed, things were always changing and change he never looked forward too. As he laid in bed it didn't take long for him to fall asleep. And as change would have it, he didn't hear the beep of his datapad.

"You can't be serious!" A man's voice entered her line of thoughts like an annoying sting. "Of all the plans you can come up with, that's your best one?!"

Akki opened her eyes slowly, she had been half thinking and half dozing as she sat at the bottom of her force field cell contemplating the situation her and companion were in, which wasn't a good one to say in the very least.

Approximately thirty-six hours previous she and Jardon, her companion, had made it to Alderaan safely, or so they thought. They were on a job to meet up with some other smugglers who worked with the black market deals within the city.

Transporting their goods in a small crate they had arrived on time to the meeting place, but instead of meeting up with a few black market dealers it ended up being a squad of Republic soldiers. Knowing that they were outnumbered six to one, Akki had made Jardon and herself drop their weapons and go along quietly. Now they were in a cell room awaiting interrogation or trial, none of which she particularly enjoyed.

The last twenty-four hours have been hard enough coming up with a plan of action to get them out of this mess. At first she thought it was a good idea to lie and persuade her way through this predicament without being put to a life sentence in a jail, but then she decided best against it. Lying would get nowhere and they already have been caught red handed. Her second idea was to see to bribing a Republic soldier into letting them out of their cell, but she hadn't seen one since they were put into the cell.

So it came down to this, they had to tell the truth, and the truth can go a long way, it could even change the sentence from being a life sentence in prison to community service. It was the best way to go, and the one that she felt was the right way. She never did like smuggling but it brought in a living and she rather be making one than out on the street like a beggar.

"So how long do you think we're going to be stuck in here?" Asked her complaining companion.

"Well if I knew that, Jardon, I would be fully asleep than listening to the words coming out of your mouth." Akki snapped and then signed. "Well, it hasn't been more than two days since we were captured. So it won't be long until they send someone to interrogate us. And then most likely we'll be put on trial."

"I hope so! It cramped in this cell you either sit with your legs close to your stomach or constantly remain standing. They should at least design…."

Akki sighed as she began to tune out Jardon. She had been stuck with Jardon for over half a year, when they were paired to be smuggling partners during a black market exchange mission, and since then he had stayed by her side the whole time. Whether out of being a coward or easy pay she wouldn't know, it was always a mystery with him. Not knowing his past, or his current thoughts except for his constant complaints about one thing or another, as if he were an old man disagreeing on everything. Though on more than one occasion she had caught him staring at her as if she were someone to keep an eye on. Well the feeling is mutual, I don't trust you either. She thought bitterly.

She was lucky that she was petite enough to be comfortable in the small cell space, her small frame allowed her to sit down cross legged than constantly standing like Jardon, who was a little more broad figured for the small space. Other than being petite, she was an average height for a woman of twenty-eight. Her long auburn hair neatly tied up tight into a bun so it didn't get in her way whenever the outcomes involved a battle with blasters and vibroblades. It was hard enough to fight as it is than getting blind spotted by whirling hair in your face, as if a Wookiee jumped in front of you and you got a face full of fur. If she didn't like having long hair she would have cut it short a long time ago.

Taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, Akki wondered how much longer it would be for the wardens of this Republic base to come in see them. The worse they could do was torture them. But the Republic isn't like that. They would most likely use truth serum. But whatever it is it couldn't possibly get any worse… Could it?

There was a nagging feeling that started up at first as a tingling sensation with in her spine that within the next hour had spread out to her whole body making a buzz noise. Something was coming, something that not even she could stop.

Akki opened her eyes with a start. Was that a footstep? She looked toward the cell rooms automatic doors. No…. Multiple footsteps about three or four sets and there not metallic like droids.

"Jardon, we're about to have company. Don't do or say anything stupid and we may get out of this without much repercussion." She whispered to her companion.

A small grumble escaped Jardon's lips. "About damn time."

Let the interrogation begin. Akki smiled to herself as the footsteps stopped outside the automatic doors opened to reveal a small squad of republic personnel stepped into the cell room. Some supporting a weird look on their face as if they didn't know what was going on, and the others… well they were droids, droids don't show facial expressions.

The intensity of the feeling in her began to grow as she looked at the main leader of the small group. This must be the warden. She thought not too impressed with how small he was and not to mention a little more rounded that most Republic soldiers and his hair was receding to the point where he was half bald, not too attractive to say the least. Other than that the warden seemed to be in his mid-forties, thus what any hair he had left was gray.

"Well, well, well looked what the Manka cat dragged in. Akkiarn Kieran the notorious outer rim smuggler, always one step ahead of the Republic." He smiled to himself. "Do you know how long I've been tracking down you and your no good companion?"

"I see my reputation exceeds my expectations," Akki said in cool tone, as if she didn't really care for what was going on. But deep in her mind she was thinking how she would get out of this mess.

"About damn time someone got here!" Jardon said under his breath.

If the warden heard his words he decided to ignore it as he gave his attention to Akki. "Do you understand the penalty for smuggling illegal weapons into Alderaan and selling them on the black market exchange to notorious criminals? Not to mention evading the Republic squads and resisting arrest." He said in a stern voice, as if he were disciplining a child.

Akki could remember the times where she resisted arrest on more than one occasion whether it was being in a ship chase to losing them in the crowd of some city on some planet. The Republic all but giving up in the end when she disappeared again or went into hyperspace to some random destination.

The warden smirked at a thought. "This time I was one step ahead of you. Instead of following you, I set a trap. A trap that you unknowingly walked into."

"One step ahead doesn't always mean you're the smartest in the lot. I have a feeling there something more than to what going on." She said.

"Other than the fact that you will be going to prison, no there not much else that needs to be done. I just need to know who your other contacts are…" The warden was interrupted as a set of footsteps approached and the doors open.

There in the door way there stood a small woman and an older man. All wearing what seem to be identical robe outfits but in different colors. One of the men in a dark blue robe stepped toward the warden handing him datapad. "Warden Arald, I've been told to hand you this and have the prisoners released into our custody."

The Warden scowled as he looked over the contents. "But this doesn't make sense! She's a criminal!"

Akki looked between the warden and the new people with confusion. Just whats going on?

"It has been set, she will accompany us." Said the man.

"What for though?" Akki couldn't help but interrupt to try and get some answers as to what was going on.

The man regarded her with an eyebrow raised. "Well the fact that you are either luckiest or unluckiest criminal there is, the higher up stated that since you been around to more worlds than anyone, exceptional information that can be provided to the Republic. We have recruited you and assigned you to a ship called the Endar Spire." Taking in her look as she was about to disagree with the matter. "Would you like to be in prison for the next twenty years?" he stated questionally.

Akki closed her mouth to become silent. Nothing good come from those who don't know anything, just take your time and observe the situation and then come up with a new plan.

The man turned back to the warden with more authority. "Release them." Scoffing the warden turned and barked. "Well you heard him!"

One of the Republic Ensigns scrambled to a nearby control panel and punched in the code to the cells causing the barriers to drop. They were free at last.

Jardon dropped to the floor in relief, after standing so long he seemed to ache all over. As for Akki she got up from her spot on the floor of her cell and took the time to stretch out her limbs.

The blue robed man pointed to Akki. "You will follow her," he said as he pointed at the woman in the brown identical robe. "She will explain to your assignment. Consider this as community service, if you try to run we'll put you in jail. As for your friend here, it best that we keep you apart. He has a different assignment."

"Wait you can't just…." Jardon began to state before he stopped cold at the stare he was given by both the man and the warden.

Akki sensed there was more going on that what was being said, shrugged and let the thought go for now. As long as she wasn't facing jail time, she didn't matter what the job was as long as it paid well. It was why she became a smuggler in the first place. She didn't bother to turn and says goodbye to Jardon as she followed the woman out of the room. As she was briefed on what her job was supposed to be.

The man watched them leave, never taking his eye off the back of Akki until the doors closed behind them. He then turned to Jardon. "The council as relieved you from your duty, and they expect a full reports on Akkiarn as soon as you get to Dantooine."

Jardon dropping his smugglers act straightened and smiled. His personality completely changing. "There nothing much to report, most of the signs have been normal. There no any indication that she…"

"That is for the report." The man said and walked away leaving Jardon alone with the Warden.

The Warden turned to him with a raised eyebrow. "You know what's going on don't you?"

Jardon frowned slightly, wondering if he should delve a little information. After all what would the Warden do? "Akkiarn could very well be the savior of our galaxy or she will be the one who ruins us all." With that he left the cell room calling over his shoulder. "I'll need my ship un-impounded and given back to me as soon as possible. I figure the datapad has given your orders."

Thank you for reading the first chapter of the New beginning. I'm sorry for any spelling errors. and tha tit may lack a few things here and there.

some phrases may seem weird because i've been trying to use wookiepedia for some extra information regarding the star wars story line. i'm assuming as the story progresses i'll be taking more time to study the different planets as to what on what. cultures etc. as well as replaying the game to try to give you an accurate story line.

With that note please review! more reviews = more chapters.