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KOTOR III: The Stand of the Sith


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"I can't remenber much, all I do remenber is that I was in the libary researching some useless stuff when I heard an explosion. I headed for the door but before I reached it slid open. A rather large droid, non like I'd ever seen came in here and opened fire on me. It wouldn't surprise me if the sith attacked, they couldn't of just died after the Civil War."

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Aerl stooped and picked up a control module from the pile of rubble in what used to be a corridor in the damaged Jedi Enclave. He shook his head in what could either be disappointment or disgust. “Stupid droid. Can always count on them to...”

 

Suddenly, he heard voices coming from up ahead, and, frowning, he turned his head in the direction of the library. He slowly moved forward, picking his way through the rubble until he spotted the source of the voices through the open door in the library. Three people—a woman, a young man, and a Mandalorian.

 

"It doesn't seem the Sith style," Mandalore murmured, "To send droids? I don't think so."

 

Aerl looked at the droid module he held in his hand, and raised an eyebrow. Quietly, he laid it down and shoved it underneath a fallen support beam, hiding it from plain view. Then, with a ready hand on his holstered blaster, he cautiously approached the three.

 

“Erm…hullo?” he said tentatively as he made his appearance in the doorway of the library.

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Aerl slowly raised his free hand in a non-threatening manner as he slowed his approach. "Erm...me? I'm nobody, really. Just... erm... having a look around." He smiled, trying to appear friendly. "You know, seeing if anyone needs help." He eyed the Mandalorian's weapon, then deciding that since he hadn't fired it yet he was fairly safe, he slowly raised his other hand and extended it outward in a gesture of friendship. "Name's Aerl Diesa--trader, explorer, and general jack-of-all-trades. And you are...?"

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"Alright, alright," said Aerl, stopping in his tracks and raising both hands once again. "I was just trying to be friendly. No need for you to get all tetchy about it." He eyed the Mandalorian, who was obviously in charge, then his gaze fell to the young man, and finally, the woman, although his eyes lingered on her a bit and he smiled at her before returning his gaze to the Mandalorian. "No harm done, right?"

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The Exile raised a hand to halt the potential confrontation for a bit. "Yes,"

she said quickly. "He's the leader of all of the clans of his race now, so be

careful. You don't want to cross either of us. My name is Tysy Dvukh, and

I'm--a rogue student of the Force, if you will. I'm nowhere near a Sith, but

I'm not a Jedi, either. Not anymore, at least." She smiled and shrugged at

Aerl, hoping Canderous wouldn't get too trigger-happy with his blaster.

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Aerl smiled at Tysy in return, then, feeling a bit more secure, lowered his hands to just above waist height. “Right. Got it,” he replied to her while keeping a shrewd eye on Mandalore. “Nice to meet you, Tysy Dvukh. And, erm, who’s your young friend?” he asked, giving Jack an inquisitive look. “Another rogue non-Jedi student, or just another nosy explorer like myself?”

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"Erm...during?" Aerl asked tentatively. "What, do you think I'm suicidal or something? I came, erm,...afterwards." He smiled briefly. "Like I said, I was just curious to see if there were any survivors or anything useful left." He paused, sensing that they didn't believe him. "Ok, so I was more after the 'anything useful left' rather than the survivors, but...." He shrugged. "Hey, salvaging isn't illegal, you know. I'm just trying to make enough credits to get off this planet. I...erm...kind of lost my ride." He eyed the three of them over. "You, erm, wouldn't want to give a guy a lift, would you?" he asked, sounding hopeful. "I'm pretty versatile when it comes to space travel--piloting, navigation, repairs, you name it. I'm a handy sort, or so I've been told."

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Tysy nodded. "I would ask if you wanted to go with us, but the mission

that we're on might be just as you described--suicidal. We're looking for

a colleague of ours who has gone beyond the Outer Rim. The Mandalore

believes he's ventured to Ziost. That's a Sith world, and we both could

get utterly vaporized as soon as we venture into its atmosphere. I believe

the Sith might be behind what happened here, and I'd like to investigate."

 

She turned to Aerl and Jack. "You'd be risking your lives if you came with

us, but we will need help. Are you willing to travel, and able to fight well?"

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"Travel? I'm a born traveller," Aerl said confidently to Tysy. "And Sith don't bother me. I can hold my own in a fight." He eyed Mandalore's assault rifle. "Well...most of the time," he said with a smug grin. "And you're right about needing help if you're going to seek out Ziost. It's a dangerous place. Erm...so I've heard," he added quickly. "You know, cantina stories and the like. But stories are always ten times worse than reality--Wookiees become twenty feet tall, Krayt Dragons grow to the size of a capitol ship, Firaxis sharks have two thousand...." He cleared his throat, realising that he was rambling. "Erm...yeah. Anyway, I'll help you. Danger is my middle name. Well.... actually, it's not," he admitted, "but if you're willing to take me, I'm willing to go."

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Ziost

 

Revan walked through the worn corridors of the Sith fortress, pausing occasionally to look at the small datapad which was guiding him. Eventually, he came to a single locked door, and put the datapad away with satisfaction. The door was locked, but Revan merely drew his cyan lightsaber and burned through it. As the door fell away, he entered.

 

The room was filled with ancient computers, some still working. He walked over to the one nearest him and activated it, causing the machine to buzz and sputter. A series of strange language symbols scrolled across it. Revan connected his datapad, and waited for it to translate the language.

 

Meanwhile, he studied the walls. Several decrepit holo-books lined the shelves, most damaged and beyond repair. He could also see tablets and more primitive recording devices scattered beside the far wall. As Revan bent to examine the other computers, he was distracted by a flash of gleaming metal beside a terminal. Carefully taking out a small pair of fusion cutters, he burned away a small portion of the outside panel until the shining metal was exposed.

 

A repair, it looked like, a device to keep the terminal running and fix the network, enabling a user to access the information - and, if he guessed correctly based on his technological knowledge, enabling someone to hack into the core. It was not suprising, he had seen things like it before, but it was new. And it wasn't like Ziost had many visitors.

 

Except for Sith. If there were dark Jedi here, then what were they up to? He was distracted by a beep from his datapad, signaling the completion of the translating. He plugged it into the other tampered terminal, and navigated through the system. After coming upon different entries and logs, most damaged, he tried to view the most current logs and camera recordings taken; he had noticed that many of these were still operational. However, the terminal beeped. Access Denied

 

Revan scratched his head, then bent over the datapad for a few minutes. When nothing happened except for the same message, he stood up, perplexed. The device on the terminal could have been anything, true. But the security system and the network use to apparently catalog and protect this locked data was not anything like he had ever seen in old Sith systems. That meant that there had been recent visitors to Ziost.

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Tysy felt Canderous' wariness, a warning like a rock against the confusion

of her mind. She was still reeling from the seeming deaths of the "true Lost

Jedi," as Darth Traya had once called them. Still, she understood where he

was coming from. Nevertheless, she wanted to reassure the Mandalore.

 

"Master Atris, one of the Jedi Masters I confronted on Telos before I met

you on Dxun, said I never really took responsibility for my actions. If they

caused others to meet their ruin, I had to answer for them. So I will. If Aerl

causes us any harm on this mission--not that I automatically think he will,

of course--then I take full responsibility. I will bear the weight of your

disapproval, Mandalore, and the weight of my own guilt in the matter.

 

"As for you," she said, turning to Aerl and sincerely trying not to sound

disdainful, "welcome aboard, Aerl. I sincerely hope the only time you're

more trouble than Canderous thinks you're worth is if we have to fight

swarms of Sith attackers. Come," she said. "The Ebon Hawk's this way."

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"Very well," said the Exile. "As long as the Mandalore agrees, we'll head

for Ziost. However, we both have quick tempers, and I think it would

suit all of us best if we try to work together. We won't be able to

fight the Sith if we act like them. Agreed?" She flashed a wry smile.

 

T3-M4 abruptly exited the Ebon Hawk and beeped and whistled.

He knew Canderous and Tysy from their travels together, but as for

Jack and Aerl, they were strangers to him. He whirred a query

at the Exile. "Don't worry, T3," she said. "They're friends--we hope."

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Aerl had managed to grab his pack that he had stashed in the corridor near the library, and he casually slung it over his shoulder as he made his way to the Ebon Hawk. “Really appreciate the lift,” he said to Tysy and Mandalore. “Who knows how long I would have been stuck here if you two hadn’t come along?” Before boarding the Ebon Hawk, he took a long look over his shoulder at the silent Enclave. “You know, I don’t want to sound callous or anything, but for a supposed training facility you would think that there’d be more bodies…erm, I mean, more survivors here besides just Jack. I mean, the Sith certainly aren’t known for tidying up after they attack, and even though this place is vacant, it’s pretty devoid of any corpses. Or anything else remotely valuable,” he added quickly under his breath. “I saw some piles of ashes here and there, but as far as I could tell, they weren’t organic. So, where do you think everyone went?"

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