Knights of the Old Republic: Darkness Falls II - Alliances

[The Doctor]

Star Wars

Knights of the Old Republic: Darkness Falls II – Alliances

 

The Key to the Galaxy has been returned to the Time Stream, and the damage to the Time-line apparently mended. THE OTHER has returned those involved with the Key to where they would be had these events not taken place, their memories unaffected by the journey backwards in time.

 

His memories now completely restored, Revan is aware of the love he and Kira shared during the Mandalorian Wars - as well as the darkness that drove him to declare war on the Jedi, throwing the galaxy into chaos. He is now driven to extinguish the darkness that forced him to alienate the woman he loved, and drag the galaxy into a war that would last far longer than the ships would fight.

 

Those involved in the events of the Key to the Galaxy have formed a bond that runs deeper than the Force. They are all aware of a growing darkness on the edge of the galaxy, and know that they will need to find each other and work together once again to stop the galaxy from falling into eternal darkness...

 

RETURNING CAST:

Revan - The Doctor

Atton Rand, The Disciple (Mical), & Kira Starr (Jedi Exile) - ForceFightsWMe12

Brax – 3yks

Crystal Gray – WildJedi

Jasra Lantill, Karda Jal-Ordo* – JasraLantill

 

*RobQel-Droma will take on the role of Karda Jal-Ordo upon his return to the forums.

 

NPC’s:

Vros (our villain) -- Once a Jedi that had been sent out on a mission to stop the Cosmic Turbine that eventually led to the Vultar Cataclysm, he now goes by the name of VROS. Upset and ashamed by his failure in his mission, Vros retreated to an unknown planet on the Outer Rim and has fallen to the Dark Side. Although he is human, after 300 years he still only appears middle aged, but as Vros was formerly a Jedi researcher, it is assumed he has used some sort of Sith Alchemy with a goal of spreading Darkness to the Galaxy.

Bastila Shan -- Jedi Master

[ForceFightWMe12]

"Studying maps again, Disciple?" Kira Starr, the Jedi Exile, asked, entering the main room of the small freighter, the Ebon Hawk.

"Yes...it seems that though the Nav Computer is still locked, there are faint hints as to where Revan went before he disappeared..."

"And you're trying to find them..." she finished, gazing at the rotating hologram of a moon and its surrounding stars, trying to figure out what the Disciple saw. "Of course, I was never as skilled with details as you..."

"Believe me," he said with a chuckle, "If you stared at these maps as much as I have, you'd see it too."

The Exile laughed softly, leaning against the machine. Revan, where have you gone?

And that was the spark. Major Déjà vu. Kira’s laugh stopped in her throat as memory washed back to her of the past few weeks. Or, perhaps better to say, the next few weeks.

“Kira?” he asked, looking at her strangely, “Are you alright?”

“No wonder this felt strange…” she said, a new light coming to her eyes, “This already happened.”

Disciple smiled knowingly, his eyes meeting hers. “I was wondering when you would catch on. Though, I guess after all that had happened to you, it would only be natural you’d be the last to… ‘awaken’.”

She fumbled for a moment. “Wait…wha…You already remembered??”

“An hour ago.” he explained, “Though I had to see the pattern I had found in the maps to trigger it. I figured that I would humour you until you remembered.”

Folding her arms across her chest, the Exile gazed at the ceiling.

“I was the last, eh? That means Atton’s remembered as well?”

“Yeah, I have.”

Her head snapped over to the entrance of the cockpit, where the pilot stood leaning against the doorframe.

Though Atton did have a tendency to appear angsty at times, she had to admit that his expression was quite dark, especially when his eyes alighted on her.

“We’re still in the same situation that we started in, though.” he said, “Low on supplies and fuel. We’ll have to land on Nar Shaddaa.” his sour expression deepened. The Exile guessed he wasn’t too happy about landing on the moon.

[The Doctor]

A small craft dropped out of hyperspace, soaring towards the smuggler's moon. It gleamed in the harsh light of the Y'Toub sun.

Inside, Revan's hands' flew across the controls, trying to keep the ship stable. He opened a channel to the docking authority. "This is Brandon Oneda, of the..."

he trailed off as strange images flashed through his mind. A tall blue box appearing out of thin air... a stange blue skinned alien with talons of steel... a sharp pain in his chest...

Kira. The last of his memories flashing back to him, he shook his head, trying to sort the images out. He spoke into the comm again. "This is Revan, of the Starlight. My engines are down, and life support is failing. I require assis-"

A gravelly voice broke over the comm. "Wait, did you say Revan?!"

"Yes! I request permission for an emergency landing! Immediately!"

The Starlight shook as it entered the upper thermosphere of the moon, and the exterior hull began to glow red. "My hull is coming apart!"

All he heard was static. The comm was down.

Cursing under his breath, he rerouted power to the hull. He spoke into the comm again. "If anyone can hear me: I'm coming in for landing."

 

The Starlight began to shake harder as it broke through the cloud line. Inside the craft, Revan was fighting unconsciousness as the city rushed towards him. This is going to hurt...

The Starlight crashed into the docking pad, it's docking struts disabled. Revan smacked his head on the console, and stars burst in front of his vision. Fighting to stay awake, he forced open the cockpit dome and climbed out, landing in an ungraceful heap on the ground. He stood, and shook his head as a crowd began to gather around the crashed ship. Hiding his lightsaber, he stumbled to the docking officer on duty - an old toydarian with gray skin. He passed the creature all the credits he had on him. "Sorry for the mess," he said, looking back at the crumpled ship.

Before the toydarian could get a word in edgewise, Revan was gone. He had to find the Ebon Hawk. He had to find Kira.

[ForceFightWMe12]

The Force flowed easily through the Exile as she meditated in the back of the ship, trying to sort through the memories of what had never happened. There was an extremely strange man...The Doctor, he called himself, as well as his companions, Nyssa and Tegan...Crystal the telepath...Karda the Jedi, Jasra, the Jedi-turned bounty hunter...an Omwati called Brax...and...Revan. There were Shards involved...Shards of the Shikon No Tama, the Key to the Galaxy...those Shards had terrible power...over her, over others...the Darkness she had felt fall upon her...she had lost control and...and hurt Atton and Crystal both...she had fought the Doctor, or a future version of himself, called the Watcher...killed a Sith Lord...and all to have the overwhelming power of those damned Shards! Though they were no more, Kira could still feel that tainted energy pull at her heart...

Just then, the ship hummed and began to jolt about.

"We're entering the atmosphere." came Atton's voice through the comm.

Sure, now he tells me. she thought as she braced herself against the wall of the dormitory.

Within moments, the landing gears extended, and they had arrived on Nar Shaddaa. The occupants of the ship piled out, taking in a few deep breaths of real, not-so-fresh air.

"Hey, whata you doin'? Whata you be needin', eh?" came the question of the dockmaster, a toydarian.

"A fuel up," Kira began, offering credits, "And a tune up if...you don't mind." her voice trailed off as she spotted a hunched form in the distance. He was familiar...and as she reached her senses out, there was no mistaking it.

"Revan..." she whispered. He was hurt...and that's when she remembered how they had met up last time. He had crash-landed on the planet.

"Revan!" she shouted, running across the landing pad to him.

[ForceFightWMe12]

The Force flowed easily through the Exile as she meditated in the back of the ship, trying to sort through the memories of what had never happened. There was an extremely strange man...The Doctor, he called himself, as well as his companions, Nyssa and Tegan...Crystal the telepath...Karda the Jedi, Jasra, the Jedi-turned bounty hunter...an Omwati called Brax...and...Revan. There were Shards involved...Shards of the Shikon No Tama, the Key to the Galaxy...those Shards had terrible power...over her, over others...the Darkness she had felt fall upon her...she had lost control and...and hurt Atton and Crystal both...she had fought the Doctor, or a future version of himself, called the Watcher...killed a Sith Lord...and all to have the overwhelming power of those damned Shards! Though they were no more, Kira could still feel that tainted energy pull at her heart...

Just then, the ship hummed and began to jolt about.

"We're entering the atmosphere." came Atton's voice through the comm.

Sure, now he tells me. she thought as she braced herself against the wall of the dormitory.

Within moments, the landing gears extended, and they had arrived on Nar Shaddaa. The occupants of the ship piled out, taking in a few deep breaths of real, not-so-fresh air.

"Hey, whata you doin'? Whata you be needin', eh?" came the question of the dockmaster, a toydarian.

"A fuel up," Kira began, offering credits, "And a tune up if...you don't mind." her voice trailed off as she spotted a hunched form in the distance. He was familiar...and as she reached her senses out, there was no mistaking it.

"Revan..." she whispered. He was hurt...and that's when she remembered how they had met up last time. He had crash-landed on the planet.

"Revan!" she shouted, running across the landing pad to him.

[Writer]

"... and we didn't have the time to... Ms. Gray? Are you even listening to me?"

 

Crystal blinked. "I'm sorry," she stammered. "I'm experiencing something rather odd... where am I?"

 

"Is this some kind of joke?" the furry alien in front of her shrieked. It sighed. "Fine, I'll play along. You're in my cantina, the..."

 

"Foolish Kataran," Crystal finished. "On Coruscant. Right."

 

"Are you alright?" the creature asked her, frowning. "You're acting funny."

 

Crystal smirked. "You say that, but you've only just met me an hour ago. Does that make you an expert on my behavior?"

 

"Well..." the creature stammered. "Never mind... I was just describing..."

 

"The job you want me to do," Crystal interrupted. "I know. I'm going to turn you down this time. You'll have to find another mercenary."

 

"There is no other who could pull this off," the creature protested. "Just go to Nar Shaddaa and do it for me, won't you?"

 

Crystal was about to turn him down again, but reconsidered. After all, didn't she want to go to Nar Shaddaa anyway? With a weary sigh, she nodded. "Alright. I'll do it."

 

"You'll be payed well," the alien grinned, shivering slightly. "Count on it."

 

"Right," Crystal murmured. "I'll be going now."

 

She rose and left the cantina in a rush. Memories came flying back to her as she moved toward a lift. The streets were a good location for finding jobs, but Crystal was no longer interested. Everything that had happened before... Crystal stopped abruptly.

 

"But they didn't happen," she murmured. She found herself wondering if everything she'd learned to do while under the influence of the shards was still available to her. Giving herself a full mental examination, she discovered that the abilities had always been there; the exposure to the shards had merely forced her to discover them.

 

Blink.

 

She stood before the Jedi Temple. She knew she had to get to Nar Shaddaa... but, no. Not yet. This was more important. With a heavy sigh, she climbed the steps to the entrance. There was a Jedi at the door and he stopped her.

 

"You have been gone for years, telepath," he said. "What makes you so sure you are welcome here?"

 

"All others are," Crystal answered. "Even if you do not allow me entrance, I can still enter."

 

"Promise me you mean no harm to the Order," he told her.

 

"I am here after information alone," she said. "Looking up old friends."

 

"Very well," he sighed, stepping aside and allowing her to enter.

[Writer]

"... and we didn't have the time to... Ms. Gray? Are you even listening to me?"

 

Crystal blinked. "I'm sorry," she stammered. "I'm experiencing something rather odd... where am I?"

 

"Is this some kind of joke?" the furry alien in front of her shrieked. It sighed. "Fine, I'll play along. You're in my cantina, the..."

 

"Foolish Kataran," Crystal finished. "On Coruscant. Right."

 

"Are you alright?" the creature asked her, frowning. "You're acting funny."

 

Crystal smirked. "You say that, but you've only just met me an hour ago. Does that make you an expert on my behavior?"

 

"Well..." the creature stammered. "Never mind... I was just describing..."

 

"The job you want me to do," Crystal interrupted. "I know. I'm going to turn you down this time. You'll have to find another mercenary."

 

"There is no other who could pull this off," the creature protested. "Just go to Nar Shaddaa and do it for me, won't you?"

 

Crystal was about to turn him down again, but reconsidered. After all, didn't she want to go to Nar Shaddaa anyway? With a weary sigh, she nodded. "Alright. I'll do it."

 

"You'll be payed well," the alien grinned, shivering slightly. "Count on it."

 

"Right," Crystal murmured. "I'll be going now."

 

She rose and left the cantina in a rush. Memories came flying back to her as she moved toward a lift. The streets were a good location for finding jobs, but Crystal was no longer interested. Everything that had happened before... Crystal stopped abruptly.

 

"But they didn't happen," she murmured. She found herself wondering if everything she'd learned to do while under the influence of the shards was still available to her. Giving herself a full mental examination, she discovered that the abilities had always been there; the exposure to the shards had merely forced her to discover them.

 

Blink.

 

She stood before the Jedi Temple. She knew she had to get to Nar Shaddaa... but, no. Not yet. This was more important. With a heavy sigh, she climbed the steps to the entrance. There was a Jedi at the door and he stopped her.

 

"You have been gone for years, telepath," he said. "What makes you so sure you are welcome here?"

 

"All others are," Crystal answered. "Even if you do not allow me entrance, I can still enter."

 

"Promise me you mean no harm to the Order," he told her.

 

"I am here after information alone," she said. "Looking up old friends."

 

"Very well," he sighed, stepping aside and allowing her to enter.

[The Doctor]

Revan looked up, and saw Kira running towards him. He grunted as she threw her arms around him, sending stabs of pain through his chest. She sensed his discomfort, and released him.

"What happened?" she asked.

"Same thing as last time... my ship crashed." He grimaced, and cutched an open wound in his side.

"Let's get you to the Hawk" she said, helping him walk back to the ship.

 

He lay on the medical bed, Disciple silently examining his wounds. He turned to Kira. "Who else was here... is there any sign of the Doctor?"

[The Doctor]

Revan looked up, and saw Kira running towards him. He grunted as she threw her arms around him, sending stabs of pain through his chest. She sensed his discomfort, and released him.

"What happened?" she asked.

"Same thing as last time... my ship crashed." He grimaced, and cutched an open wound in his side.

"Let's get you to the Hawk" she said, helping him walk back to the ship.

 

He lay on the medical bed, Disciple silently examining his wounds. He turned to Kira. "Who else was here... is there any sign of the Doctor?"

[JasraLantill]

As the warm feeling of Brax’s lips on hers slowly melted away, the bright white light surrounding Jasra faded into a glowing yellow streak. A lightsabre, slicing straight towards her head.

 

With lightning quick reactions, she ducked, the blade swinging harmlessly above her as she dropped into a tuck and rolled away across a softened surface—a training mat, she quickly deduced, but Jasra was still confused as to where she was.

 

Then, as she was about to rise to her feet, a disturbing sight met her eyes. She froze, horrified by what she saw and screamed just as the lightsabre swung towards her again and struck her in the middle of her back.

 

~~~~~

 

Karda swung his lightsabre at the training droid, his blade deflecting off the energy resistant shield. Jumping up over the head of the droid, he turned quickly, then slashed at the head, at which the droid ducked and rolled to evade. Karda continued through with the swing, crouching as he twisted around, coming up right behind the droid and striking it the back. Only when he heard the scream did he realise he wasn’t fighting a droid anymore.

 

“Jasra?!” he cried out just as she was knocked down with the electrical surge of his training sabre. Quickly extinguishing his sabre, he moved to help her to her feet. “Are you alright?”

 

Jasra turned and stared at him with horror, then turned back towards the large mirror that covered the one wall of the training room they were in. “I’m a… a…” she stuttered as she stared in shock at her reflection.

 

She wore a green belted tunic, overlaid with brown leather tabards that hung just below her waist over black trousers neatly tucked into knee-high leather boots. Her hair was a bit shorter, but what caught her eye was the long thin braid that was dangling over her shoulder.

 

She swallowed hard. “I’m…a Jedi!” she managed to choke out in a hoarse, disgusted whisper.

 

“Jasra, you’ll have to do better than that if you want to pass your trials,” said a deep voice from behind them.

 

Immediately, Jasra and Karda both snapped their heads towards the voice.

 

“Master Verga?” Karda said, somewhat taken back by the presence of his old Master.

 

Master Verga approached, his brown robes rustling softly in the silence that had befallen the room. He stood for a moment, looking at the two of them with kind brown eyes, before finally motioning for Jasra to rise from the floor.

 

“You’ve been summoned to appear before the Council, Karda,” Master Verga said to him. “They have a mission for you. And I must tell you that I’m very pleased that they felt my current Padawan is well trained enough to accompany you,” he added, looking at Jasra with pride in his eyes.

 

Jasra stared blankly at Master Verga. Padawan? His Padawan? How could this be? Then she remembered what The Other had said. He was sending them back in time to where they had been before their encounter with the shards had started. But she hadn’t been a Jedi! This wasn’t her life! How had things changed so much?

 

“And upon completion of this mission, Jasra, you will be able undertake the trials for Knighthood,” Verga continued. “And, you, Karda, will be eligible to become a Master.”

 

“Erm…thank you, Master,” Karda said, giving a small but reverent nod of his head, and then elbowing Jasra to do the same.

 

Master Verga gave the two of them a curious look. “Are you alright?” he asked, directing his question more to Jasra than to Karda. “I sense a great deal of …uncertainty in you.”

 

Jasra still couldn’t find her voice.

 

“I’m sure it’s just lingering effects of the blow from the training sabre,” Karda said quickly. He looked at Jasra. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hit you so hard with it.” Looking again at Master Verga, he said, “If you don’t mind, I’ll escort her to the infirmary, Master. Just to make sure she’s alright.”

 

Master Verga nodded. “Just don’t be late. You’re to appear before the Council in one hour.”

 

Karda assured him that they would be there, and with a firm grip on Jasra’s arm, he quickly led her out of the training room and down the corridor.

 

“What’s happening?” Jasra finally managed to say. “This isn’t where I’m supposed to be! The Other said that…”

 

“I don’t know,” Karda interrupted her. “But we can find out when we view our records in the infirmary. C’mon.”

 

~~~~~~~

 

“Oh, you have got to be kidding!” Jasra tore her eyes away from the Infirmary computer and looked at Karda. “It says here that I was brought here at age 14, after, and I quote ‘a long spell away from the guidance of any Jedi Master, whereupon she acted upon her darker instincts for her survival. Recommend remedial training and thought reconditioning.’” She frowned. “They brainwashed me!”

 

Karda was looking at his own record. “It says here that I was with Master Verga when he found you.” His eyes raised, meeting hers. “In Sig’s cantina. Apparently, you were dancing on stage when Master Verga and I recognised you.”

 

“Oh? And what were you doing on Taris, huh?” Jasra said accusingly.

 

Karda searched through the file. “Negotiating the release of a Senator who had been kidnapped for ransom by Hedra the Hutt.”

 

“But…I don’t remember these events?” Jasra said. Then she frowned. “Do you?”

 

Karda frowned. “Well,” he started, “now that I think about it, I sort of do. But not like I was there. More like, remembering something that I read. Not like a memory of a first-person account.”

 

Jasra frowned. She didn't remember being brought back to the Jedi Order. Her memories were of a different life... and things that hadn’t yet happened. “Brax,” she whispered. She stared at Karda. “We have to go to Nar Shaddaa,” she said abruptly.

 

Karda snorted. “No. We have to meet with the Council in twenty minutes. You’re a Jedi now.”

 

“I’m not,” she said, shaking her head. “Not on the inside.”

 

“I suggest that you hide your thoughts on that matter, or the Masters on the Council will think you’ve had some sort of ‘relapse’ to your former lifestyle and have you undergo remedial training again,” Karda warned her.

 

Jasra frowned. Karda was right. She had to play the part of a good little Jedi for the moment, or she would never get to Nar Shaddaa. And Brax. “Fine,” she said with resignation. “Let’s go.”

 

The two of them left the Infirmary computer station and headed for the Council Chambers, unsure what sort of mission awaited them.

[JasraLantill]

As the warm feeling of Brax’s lips on hers slowly melted away, the bright white light surrounding Jasra faded into a glowing yellow streak. A lightsabre, slicing straight towards her head.

 

With lightning quick reactions, she ducked, the blade swinging harmlessly above her as she dropped into a tuck and rolled away across a softened surface—a training mat, she quickly deduced, but Jasra was still confused as to where she was.

 

Then, as she was about to rise to her feet, a disturbing sight met her eyes. She froze, horrified by what she saw and screamed just as the lightsabre swung towards her again and struck her in the middle of her back.

 

~~~~~

 

Karda swung his lightsabre at the training droid, his blade deflecting off the energy resistant shield. Jumping up over the head of the droid, he turned quickly, then slashed at the head, at which the droid ducked and rolled to evade. Karda continued through with the swing, crouching as he twisted around, coming up right behind the droid and striking it the back. Only when he heard the scream did he realise he wasn’t fighting a droid anymore.

 

“Jasra?!” he cried out just as she was knocked down with the electrical surge of his training sabre. Quickly extinguishing his sabre, he moved to help her to her feet. “Are you alright?”

 

Jasra turned and stared at him with horror, then turned back towards the large mirror that covered the one wall of the training room they were in. “I’m a… a…” she stuttered as she stared in shock at her reflection.

 

She wore a green belted tunic, overlaid with brown leather tabards that hung just below her waist over black trousers neatly tucked into knee-high leather boots. Her hair was a bit shorter, but what caught her eye was the long thin braid that was dangling over her shoulder.

 

She swallowed hard. “I’m…a Jedi!” she managed to choke out in a hoarse, disgusted whisper.

 

“Jasra, you’ll have to do better than that if you want to pass your trials,” said a deep voice from behind them.

 

Immediately, Jasra and Karda both snapped their heads towards the voice.

 

“Master Verga?” Karda said, somewhat taken back by the presence of his old Master.

 

Master Verga approached, his brown robes rustling softly in the silence that had befallen the room. He stood for a moment, looking at the two of them with kind brown eyes, before finally motioning for Jasra to rise from the floor.

 

“You’ve been summoned to appear before the Council, Karda,” Master Verga said to him. “They have a mission for you. And I must tell you that I’m very pleased that they felt my current Padawan is well trained enough to accompany you,” he added, looking at Jasra with pride in his eyes.

 

Jasra stared blankly at Master Verga. Padawan? His Padawan? How could this be? Then she remembered what The Other had said. He was sending them back in time to where they had been before their encounter with the shards had started. But she hadn’t been a Jedi! This wasn’t her life! How had things changed so much?

 

“And upon completion of this mission, Jasra, you will be able undertake the trials for Knighthood,” Verga continued. “And, you, Karda, will be eligible to become a Master.”

 

“Erm…thank you, Master,” Karda said, giving a small but reverent nod of his head, and then elbowing Jasra to do the same.

 

Master Verga gave the two of them a curious look. “Are you alright?” he asked, directing his question more to Jasra than to Karda. “I sense a great deal of …uncertainty in you.”

 

Jasra still couldn’t find her voice.

 

“I’m sure it’s just lingering effects of the blow from the training sabre,” Karda said quickly. He looked at Jasra. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hit you so hard with it.” Looking again at Master Verga, he said, “If you don’t mind, I’ll escort her to the infirmary, Master. Just to make sure she’s alright.”

 

Master Verga nodded. “Just don’t be late. You’re to appear before the Council in one hour.”

 

Karda assured him that they would be there, and with a firm grip on Jasra’s arm, he quickly led her out of the training room and down the corridor.

 

“What’s happening?” Jasra finally managed to say. “This isn’t where I’m supposed to be! The Other said that…”

 

“I don’t know,” Karda interrupted her. “But we can find out when we view our records in the infirmary. C’mon.”

 

~~~~~~~

 

“Oh, you have got to be kidding!” Jasra tore her eyes away from the Infirmary computer and looked at Karda. “It says here that I was brought here at age 14, after, and I quote ‘a long spell away from the guidance of any Jedi Master, whereupon she acted upon her darker instincts for her survival. Recommend remedial training and thought reconditioning.’” She frowned. “They brainwashed me!”

 

Karda was looking at his own record. “It says here that I was with Master Verga when he found you.” His eyes raised, meeting hers. “In Sig’s cantina. Apparently, you were dancing on stage when Master Verga and I recognised you.”

 

“Oh? And what were you doing on Taris, huh?” Jasra said accusingly.

 

Karda searched through the file. “Negotiating the release of a Senator who had been kidnapped for ransom by Hedra the Hutt.”

 

“But…I don’t remember these events?” Jasra said. Then she frowned. “Do you?”

 

Karda frowned. “Well,” he started, “now that I think about it, I sort of do. But not like I was there. More like, remembering something that I read. Not like a memory of a first-person account.”

 

Jasra frowned. She didn't remember being brought back to the Jedi Order. Her memories were of a different life... and things that hadn’t yet happened. “Brax,” she whispered. She stared at Karda. “We have to go to Nar Shaddaa,” she said abruptly.

 

Karda snorted. “No. We have to meet with the Council in twenty minutes. You’re a Jedi now.”

 

“I’m not,” she said, shaking her head. “Not on the inside.”

 

“I suggest that you hide your thoughts on that matter, or the Masters on the Council will think you’ve had some sort of ‘relapse’ to your former lifestyle and have you undergo remedial training again,” Karda warned her.

 

Jasra frowned. Karda was right. She had to play the part of a good little Jedi for the moment, or she would never get to Nar Shaddaa. And Brax. “Fine,” she said with resignation. “Let’s go.”

 

The two of them left the Infirmary computer station and headed for the Council Chambers, unsure what sort of mission awaited them.

[The Doctor]

Nar Shadda was just as dull and slimey as ever. A heavily entoxicated man stumbled out from the bar, yelling random profanities into the empty street. The man stumbled and fell to the ground. Pulling himself up by the wall, he began to utter a constant stream of threats directed at nobody in particular.

A strange noise filled the air, and the man fell over trying to identify the source of the sound. A strange blue box appeared out of nowhere, as if it were only now fading into existance. The man got up slowly, and stumbled over to the box.

"Whut da hehlll," he said drunkenly, smacking the side of the box with his fist.The door flew open, and a man stepped out, a dark cape flowing behind him. He wore black robes, with a dark green amice (amice). He grabbed the man by the shirt and threw him away from the box. "Stay back, fool!" he spat. He towered over the man, who was now cowering in fear.

"Who... who are you?" he choked out, now fully sober now that his life could be in danger.

"I am the Doctor," said darkly, his deep voice accented unpleasently. "And I suggest you leave, before I lose my temper with you, scum!"

The man scrambled to his feet and ran away, stumbling drunkenly. The Doctor closed the door of the TARDIS, and turned sharply, his long, dark green cape billowing behind him.

[The Doctor]

Nar Shadda was just as dull and slimey as ever. A heavily entoxicated man stumbled out from the bar, yelling random profanities into the empty street. The man stumbled and fell to the ground. Pulling himself up by the wall, he began to utter a constant stream of threats directed at nobody in particular.

A strange noise filled the air, and the man fell over trying to identify the source of the sound. A strange blue box appeared out of nowhere, as if it were only now fading into existance. The man got up slowly, and stumbled over to the box.

"Whut da hehlll," he said drunkenly, smacking the side of the box with his fist.The door flew open, and a man stepped out, a dark cape flowing behind him. He wore black robes, with a dark green amice (amice). He grabbed the man by the shirt and threw him away from the box. "Stay back, fool!" he spat. He towered over the man, who was now cowering in fear.

"Who... who are you?" he choked out, now fully sober now that his life could be in danger.

"I am the Doctor," said darkly, his deep voice accented unpleasently. "And I suggest you leave, before I lose my temper with you, scum!"

The man scrambled to his feet and ran away, stumbling drunkenly. The Doctor closed the door of the TARDIS, and turned sharply, his long, dark green cape billowing behind him.

[3yks]

"This is the tomb of Ludo Kressh," the voice of an old woman ... Brax frowned, standing outside his small ship, he had just left an old sith academy, and now words drifted through the air.

 

“Low on supplies and fuel. We’ll have to land on Nar Shaddaa.” Brax's eyes opened, that wasn't right. That isn't what he was supposed to hear, a feeling touched his lips, he blinked ... "Jasra?" He whispered, and frowned looking around him.

 

That thing ... the Doctor, had said they would be returned to the time stream. He moved quickly back into his fighter, back upto his ship, and off ... headed for Nar Shadaa, he didn't have to locate it this time, he knew right where it was.

 

The trip felt the same ... it was so weird though, he had memories from the future, he knew that much. The exile was on Nar Shadaa, and so was Revan. Hate filled him for a second, but then memroy of Revan's death, of the forgivness they had given each other. He frowned, part of him lost in the present, instead of the future. Part of him wanting blood.

[3yks]

"This is the tomb of Ludo Kressh," the voice of an old woman ... Brax frowned, standing outside his small ship, he had just left an old sith academy, and now words drifted through the air.

 

“Low on supplies and fuel. We’ll have to land on Nar Shaddaa.” Brax's eyes opened, that wasn't right. That isn't what he was supposed to hear, a feeling touched his lips, he blinked ... "Jasra?" He whispered, and frowned looking around him.

 

That thing ... the Doctor, had said they would be returned to the time stream. He moved quickly back into his fighter, back upto his ship, and off ... headed for Nar Shadaa, he didn't have to locate it this time, he knew right where it was.

 

The trip felt the same ... it was so weird though, he had memories from the future, he knew that much. The exile was on Nar Shadaa, and so was Revan. Hate filled him for a second, but then memroy of Revan's death, of the forgivness they had given each other. He frowned, part of him lost in the present, instead of the future. Part of him wanting blood.

[ForceFightWMe12]

"None. At least, not that I know of. With that TARDIS of his, he can go anywhere he wants at anytime in the blink of an eye." Kira said, her fingers slipping to entwine with his.

"I always wanted to get one of those." Disciple joked as he readied a syringe. "This'll pinch a bit, though I'm sure with all you've been through you can handle it." he warned, then gave a quick jab to Revan's upper arm, injecting the painkiller. "There. You should be good for the next few hours now. Of course, if you get any feeling in your toes back, you'll need to come back and get a second dose."

[ForceFightWMe12]

"None. At least, not that I know of. With that TARDIS of his, he can go anywhere he wants at anytime in the blink of an eye." Kira said, her fingers slipping to entwine with his.

"I always wanted to get one of those." Disciple joked as he readied a syringe. "This'll pinch a bit, though I'm sure with all you've been through you can handle it." he warned, then gave a quick jab to Revan's upper arm, injecting the painkiller. "There. You should be good for the next few hours now. Of course, if you get any feeling in your toes back, you'll need to come back and get a second dose."

[The Doctor]

Revan nodded to show that he understood, and groaned in discomfort as the painkiller seeped through his bloodstream. His body slowly began to grow numb, and he was able to lie there in relative comfort. He looked up at Kira, and squeezed her hand. At least, he thought he did.

"Kira... there's so much I need to... that I need to apologise for..."

[The Doctor]

Revan nodded to show that he understood, and groaned in discomfort as the painkiller seeped through his bloodstream. His body slowly began to grow numb, and he was able to lie there in relative comfort. He looked up at Kira, and squeezed her hand. At least, he thought he did.

"Kira... there's so much I need to... that I need to apologise for..."

[ForceFightWMe12]

"No, Revan, don't be silly. You did what you had to. It's done and over with now; one for the history texts." Kira said, "Though...it probably would have been better if I hadn't over-reacted."

"Kira..." he said, running his thumb across the back of her hand. "I abandoned you...I...I shouldn't have--"

There was a rather loud 'ahem' from the door to the med bay, and Kira looked over her shoulder to see Atton standing there. He was staring daggers at Revan...or more preciesly, his hand.

"Someone's here to see you, Kira." he said, "I think we've made new friends."

Kira cocked an eyebrow, and pulled away from Revan, moving to the door. She heard a rustle of robes, and saw Revan starting to sit up. She was about to move to push him back, but Disciple said, "It's alright, Kira. He's all bandaged up and the painkiller should allow him to stay on his feet. Though any nausea or unsteadiness should be reported immeditatly."

"Ever the doctor, Disciple." she began out again, but turned back for a second. "Pun not intended."

 

As Kira exited the ship, she found herself facing a group of two toydarians, one wearing the badge of the docking authority, the other was the dock owner, and two disgruntled-looking Duros.

"Yousa de owner of dis ship, eh?" the docking authority toydarian asked.

"Yes, I am. What seems to be the problem?" Kira asked, striding to the group.

"Yousa seen a man callin' himself Revan?"

"No, why?" Kira asked, firing the answer off without batting an eyelash.

"Cuz people bin sayin' dey saw him come to yousa's ship." he said, his wings fluttering angrilly as he put his hands on his waist and came right up to her face.

[ForceFightWMe12]

"No, Revan, don't be silly. You did what you had to. It's done and over with now; one for the history texts." Kira said, "Though...it probably would have been better if I hadn't over-reacted."

"Kira..." he said, running his thumb across the back of her hand. "I abandoned you...I...I shouldn't have--"

There was a rather loud 'ahem' from the door to the med bay, and Kira looked over her shoulder to see Atton standing there. He was staring daggers at Revan...or more preciesly, his hand.

"Someone's here to see you, Kira." he said, "I think we've made new friends."

Kira cocked an eyebrow, and pulled away from Revan, moving to the door. She heard a rustle of robes, and saw Revan starting to sit up. She was about to move to push him back, but Disciple said, "It's alright, Kira. He's all bandaged up and the painkiller should allow him to stay on his feet. Though any nausea or unsteadiness should be reported immeditatly."

"Ever the doctor, Disciple." she began out again, but turned back for a second. "Pun not intended."

 

As Kira exited the ship, she found herself facing a group of two toydarians, one wearing the badge of the docking authority, the other was the dock owner, and two disgruntled-looking Duros.

"Yousa de owner of dis ship, eh?" the docking authority toydarian asked.

"Yes, I am. What seems to be the problem?" Kira asked, striding to the group.

"Yousa seen a man callin' himself Revan?"

"No, why?" Kira asked, firing the answer off without batting an eyelash.

"Cuz people bin sayin' dey saw him come to yousa's ship." he said, his wings fluttering angrilly as he put his hands on his waist and came right up to her face.

[The Doctor]

"If I were you," said a deep accented voice out of nowhere. "I would forget these... rumours."

The man in the black cloak stepped out of the shadow of the Ebon Hawk, his cape waving slightly in the faint wind. He stared hard at the Toydarian, there eyes locked. "They're most likely exactly that. Why would Revan return here, of all places?"

The toydarian didn't break his gaze with the stranger. "Yes... You're right, eh! Revan woulda neva appear on disa planet!" He waved his hand dismissively. "Sorry to bother you." He turned to leave, his companion follwing him, a confused look on his face.

[The Doctor]

"If I were you," said a deep accented voice out of nowhere. "I would forget these... rumours."

The man in the black cloak stepped out of the shadow of the Ebon Hawk, his cape waving slightly in the faint wind. He stared hard at the Toydarian, there eyes locked. "They're most likely exactly that. Why would Revan return here, of all places?"

The toydarian didn't break his gaze with the stranger. "Yes... You're right, eh! Revan woulda neva appear on disa planet!" He waved his hand dismissively. "Sorry to bother you." He turned to leave, his companion follwing him, a confused look on his face.

[ForceFightWMe12]

As their greeting party made their exit, Kira turned to the newcomer. She looked him up and down a few times. He was dressed in some of the strangest clothes she'd even seen...though, then again, someone else she knew had had a bit of a wardrobe malfunction as well. But...this couldn't be him. There was no way. Even through the regeneration process, the Doctor's voice always had a definate sound to it that made you know it was him, the look in his eyes didn't change...

"Why do I feel like I know you?" she murmured.

[ForceFightWMe12]

As their greeting party made their exit, Kira turned to the newcomer. She looked him up and down a few times. He was dressed in some of the strangest clothes she'd even seen...though, then again, someone else she knew had had a bit of a wardrobe malfunction as well. But...this couldn't be him. There was no way. Even through the regeneration process, the Doctor's voice always had a definate sound to it that made you know it was him, the look in his eyes didn't change...

"Why do I feel like I know you?" she murmured.