Something to Hold OntoAtton was leaning back against a wall at the entrance to one of Nar Shaddaa's innumerable and crowded alleyways with his arms crossed across his chest and his eyes half closed. To the casual observer he appeared to be just another bored spacer, lounging around and waiting for... something. Unfortunately for him, he wasn't having to work too hard to make his affectation believable. He almost wished that the seedy looking Exchange thug that kept eyeing him would pick a fight just so he could add some excitement to his day.
She owes me for this, he thought to himself, mentally adding this outing to the growing tally of favors owed to him by the Jedi Exile. He couldn't stop from grinning as he pictured his plan of collecting on the debt involving a bottle of juma and Lilli in that little dancer's outfit.
Yeah, well you won't collect on anything if you don't pay attention, his voice of reason cut in, reminding him that he was supposed to be watching out for any trouble that th
Flying LessonsLilliandra Jade aka The Exile, General, The Last Jedi, Traitor, and most likely a whole host of other names she didn't even want to know about lounged in the co-pilot's seat with one knee pulled up under her chin, hands clasped loosely around her leg and gloomily stared out the cockpit's transparisteel window into hyperspace.Flying Lessons7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"You know.... they say that staring at hyperspace for too long will cause 'hyper-rapture' madness," Atton said from the pilot's seat, not looking up from his pazaak game. He could barely keep the smirk out of his voice. "I already told you you were crazy, even for a Jedi. There's no need to make it worse."
"Oh, ha ha. What a comedian," she groused, not looking away from the blurring stars. "Although if I were you, I wouldn't quit my day job just yet, flyboy."
"Wouldn't dream of it. I mean who else can look at you... erm... look after you.... ah... help you the way I can?" he replied, waggling his eyebrows suggestively when she turned to look at him.
Healing touchDammit, Atton! Will you stay down?Healing touch8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Her voice was low and warm, wrapped around him like honey. That's what he'd first noticed about her her voice. Despite the underwear. He liked how she used his name, so familiar even after such a brief acquaintance. He chuckled regardless of the line of fire that sheared through his side remnant heat from an assassins vibroblade. Heh, brief
Hed known shed be trouble right from the start. The underwear might have been his first clue.
He grinned at her, his arm clamped to his side. Nuh-uh, gorgeous. Layin down to die just isnt my style.
Atton noticed the way she flinched at gorgeous and filed it away for later. He reeled off another series of blaster rounds and grunted with satisfaction as yet another sithspawn pile of mynock droppings fell, and he turned to the next aim, fire, aim, fire ignore the pain, stay alert aim, fire
Possibilities: Exile and AttonPossibilities: Exile and Atton9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ju'lis stood stock still in Kreia's room, the feelings, vibes and auras of the other sentients on board filling the empty space inside her. Under Kreia's careful tutelage, her lost connection to the Force was reforming. It was odd, though; instead of reaching out around her and pulling the Force through herself, as she'd always done, now she was reaching into the dark maw of her lost Force ability and drawing the power out of…something. She didn't know what. Kreia knew something she wasn't telling her, but that was a conversation for another time. For now she reveled in the mind chatter of her companions. Ju'lis had thought she would never be able to touch another's mind again, and here were several open minds waiting for her to caress. She needed these connections, this friendship; after so long in exile, she hungered for love and acceptance.
Visas mind was strange; scarred, sad and lost, yet with renewing purpose. The ashes of her homeworld swirled around her feet wherever she walked
FloatingFloating - during KotOR 2 LSF Exile and Atton.Floating7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The sounds of activity were all around them. Citizens busteling here and there. Mercs, spacers, refugees, bounty hunters, and common folk, all going about the business of their daily lives.
The Citadel Station over Telos was a hive of activity, but without the oppressive feeling of despair you'd get on Nar Shaddaa. Alex preferred doing business here to the smuggler's moon, and having taken care of Loppak and Czerka, it seemed much safer here, too.
They were back to talk with Grenn about the fuel situation. With things squared away with G0-T0, Vogga had promised to pick up the Republic's contracts. It was a huge weight off of Alex's shoulders. She didn't need the lingering guilt for the part she'd played in the destruction of Peragus any more. And it was one less thing on the seemingly endless list of tasks they had before them.
She needed a break. The Hawk was nearly overflowing with crew now, and to say that not
For LuckFor Luck - KotOR 2, LSF Exile and AttonFor Luck7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Rain was in the dim light of the Ebon Hawk's main hold talking with Mira. They'd made the return trip to Dxun, and now it was looking like she and her crew were going to have to split up. This next part of the mission had two objectives that needed to be completed simultaneously. There was simply no other way.
She'd never had to break up the team before, and it left her feeling uneasy. She didn't question their abilities, she just really wanted them all to be together. With her. If anything should happen to any of them, she didn't think she could bear it.
In an effort to make herself feel better, Rain was taking a few minutes before they left the ship to speak with each of her crew in private. Mira was usually good for a laugh, but now it seemed as if the red head's excitement was causing her to come out and ask some silly, and rather personal questions.
"Hey, I've seen the way you and our shifty pilot look at each other. Be honest,
A Loose EndA Loose End- during/post- KotOR 2 LSF Exile and Atton.A Loose End7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Summary: My take on the "Need any company?" line hidden in the KotOR 2 dialog files (and maybe a little bit of a middle finger to BW and LA). I wanted to do a bit of fluff to make myself feel better about last week's announcement.
A/N: like all my stories, please don't go into this expecting it to be canon.
She looked down upon the face of the old woman who'd come to mean so much. In death her features had become smooth, the lines and wrinkles disappearing. Despite her unfamiliar Sith appearance, all blacks, whites, and greys, she looked serene. Her lips held a slight curve, like the faintest glimpse of a smile.
The Exile folded Kreia's arms across her chest, feeling so many emotions. She'd felt betrayed, yes. But she knew, with every breath of her being, that Kreia had truly, deeply loved her. She's been her mentor, and her master in every way.
And now she was gone.
The air stirred around them, cau
Atton Rand's Bad WaysAtton Rand's bad waysAtton Rand's Bad Ways6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Kale got to the cockpit and sat in the co-pilots chair. She put her feet up on the chair and hugged her knees.
You were very quiet during dinner. Kale turned to see Atton staring at her, leaning on the door frame.
Didnt feel like talking. She turned back to the windows and the glaring lights of hyper space travel.
Thats unlike you. He replied, taking the other seat. I mean, usually youre bugging everyone to talk.
Kale shrugged. It passes the time.
There was silence for a while they both stared into space.
What is it? Youve been more and more reclusive lately. He turned his swivel chair to face her.
She sighed. I promised myself during exile that I will form no attachments.
Look around. Were hardly travelling lightly. She waved arm to indicate the rest of the ship. Ive formed nine attachme
NexusNexus7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Nexus - During KotoR LSF Revan and Carth
A/N: I've tried to stay close to canon with this one, but obviously, there will be some deviations.
How long was he going to continue ignoring her? Did everything they'd talked about before they'd learned the truth mean absolutely nothing to him?
Maybe be was right to shun her. After all, she wasn't really who they'd thought she was. Who she'd thought she was. She was Revan. But she didn't want to be. And that's what really mattered, wasn't it?
Revan had done some terrible things. And she'd set into motion events that had affected Carth personally. His life had been changed forever.
Nimue blew her breath out in a big sigh, causing stray pieces of her red hair to stir against her forehead. She didn't have time to indulge in any more self pity, or to worry about Carth. There was too much to do, and so much at stake.
She stuck her arms into the sleeves of her jacket and stomped her feet into her boots. Then she st
Passage - Chapter 1Warning time: this is not in any way, shape, or form, going to be canon. It's going to be dark, disturbing, violent, and it will probably end up with sexual content and mature language (I'm sure I'll end up going there eventually). Please don't read this if any of that sounds like it's going to bother you.Passage - Chapter 17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Jaq set the coordinates in the Ebon Hawk's navicomputer, then leaned back in his seat as he felt the ship make the jump to hyperspace.
His orders were to return to Citadel Station on Telos to pick up Jade's zabrak friend, Bao-Dur, and head on to Dantooine from there to meet up with the first of four Jedi Masters.
But Jaq was through following orders.
They weren't headed where they were supposed to be. And perhaps even now the old woman on board could sense that something was wrong.
It didn't matter. He'd take care of her in good time.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out his handkerchief. It was old now, worn ragged around the
Stockholm SyndromeStockholm Syndrome - pre KotOR JaqStockholm Syndrome7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I shivered uncontrollably. I couldn't stop. This kind of cold isn't something you can get used to. It hurts. Seeps into your bones and makes every inch of your body an instrument of suffering.
I looked down at my hands. They gleamed white in the dim light of the room, causing the half-moon shaped cuts across my palms to stand out in contrast. Cuts I'd made with my fingernails.
I hugged my knees to my chest, but I couldn't get warm. Would I ever be warm again? Shivering in the corner as I was, I didn't think so.
The room I was in was more like a cell. It had a cold plasteel floor and stark white walls. No windows, no furniture, and a single door. I eyed the open shower stall housed in the opposite wall. There were no visible controls on it, no curtain or doors. Just a shower head amidst recessed walls and a small drain in the floor. It seemed to mock me, reminding me of my nudity. Like I could forget.
He'd taken my clothes and left me here with
KOTOR2 - Return of the GizkaSummary: During the night cycle aboard the Ebon Hawk, Atton has a harrowing encounter with the gizka from hell. A humorous story told from Atton's PoV.KOTOR2 - Return of the Gizka7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Ebon Hawk was still en route from Korriban; we would arrive at Dantooine in a day or two. So, since we were all more or less practical people looking for ways to pass the time, we went to work. I worked in the cockpit with the computers - well, when I wasn't doing odd jobs for everyone else. The zabrak roamed the ship doing repairs, while the rest of us found other useful tasks, like cleaning weapons and making grenades and stims. We all worked, and worked hard. When the daytime hours were up, I swear even the Exile heaved a sigh.
I didn't want to sleep, though. I hadn't got a chance to work on my new lightsaber. After everyone else had gone to bed, I was at the workbench in the garage, tinkering with my saber.
Everything was quiet except for the hum of the ship's machinery. It was the first time I'd ever noticed how
StayStay7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Stay - during KotOR 2 LSM Exile and Visas.
Mazi sighed as he entered the crew quarters of the Ebon Hawk. It was empty in here now. So quiet and cold.
He wasn't sure how to feel about Kreia's absence. They'd been at odds about everything from the very beginning. She'd expressed displeasure at all of his choices; from his admission of new followers, to pretty much every decision he'd made on their journey.
But she'd been infinitely disciplined. The very portrait of control. And he'd respected and admired her for it.
She's been cruel at times, and very hard to understand. But she was all he knew.
Falleen were very long lived, and he'd been around long enough to value her wisdom. He felt betrayed, yes. And hurt. Kreia cared for him. He knew she did, regardless of the fact that he couldn't actually feel her anymore. But that just made this all the more confusing.
He heard a soft tread behind him, and knew without looking who it was.
It made sense th
GoodbyeGoodbye - by PrincessJaden during KotOR DSF Revan and CarthGoodbye7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Summary: Carth appears on the Star Forge to confront a dark sided Revan. You can guess what's gonna happen.
A/N: This is about as fluffy as I get. But this is not going to be a happy story. It won't be canon, and be warned: herin lies character death. If you think any of these things might bother you, don't read this.
Revan walked toward the final door. This one would lead her back to the Ebon Hawk, and off the Star Forge. The sounds and smells of battle were all around her, but in her distracted state, Revan hardly noticed.
There was so much to attend to. Malak was dead, and she needed to rally the Sith forces together, back under her guidance. Hell, it had been years since all this began. She'd need to conduct interviews, find out who knew what, and until she's had a chance to gauge loyalty, she and Bastila would have to run everything.
With any luck, her troops were blowin
Jaq scrap - purple.Jaq scrap - purple.7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
purple. - Pre-KotOR Jaq.
She was perfect. So nice and broken now. She'd put up a good fight, but after days of torment, she'd given him what he wanted.
They all did, eventually.
He took one last look at her. The deep lines of worry and pain between her brows had gone smooth as she slept. All that soft skin, so pale, shone like a beacon in this dark place.
She was strapped to his worktable, naked. Her skin was a lovely shade of purple now, a canvas of browns, blues, reds, and greys, blotched and marked with cuts and bruises. Beautiful marks, each with its own story to tell. He'd used a variety of things on her; his belt, his hands, his teeth.
His work was done here. One more broken Jedi for Revan.
He gathered his things; his jacket, his gloves, his favorite knife, and some durasteel binders.
Then he departed, leaving the girl and the room to the darkness.
KotOR 2: 15 ThingsFIFTEEN THINGS YOU DON'T WANT TO HEAR ON THE EBON HAWK: KotOR 2KotOR 2: 15 Things8 years ago in Humor More Like This
1. "Statement: I love you, Master!"
2. "Aww, man, Disciple's hogging the 'fresher again, and I really have to go!"
3. "Uhh, guys? I think Kreia's menopausal..."
4. "Hmm... Wonder what this button does?"
5. "Anybody notice that nobody's flying this ship?!"
6. "Hey, Atton, where's the Exile? And while we're at it, where the heck are your pants?!"
7. "Umm... Bao-Dur's arm just short-circuited. There won't be any power in the ship for a week."
8. "Hey all? I think T3 just blew up..."
9. "Uh, Atton? That's a supernova. Might want to steer clear of it..." "Ohh, pwetty..." *ship explodes*
10. "Hey, guess what! Kreia's drunk!"
11. (something falls off the side of the ship with a loud crash) "What was
KotOR 2: StrikeoutStrikeoutKotOR 2: Strikeout6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Honestly, it just hadnt been a good day. Between Exchange bosses and two-bit thugs, the day didnt have any energy left to it. After all, being shot at by people with murderous intents somehow managed to always ruin Attons mood. Then again, itd been ruined on a fairly regular basis lately, and he didnt have much patience for the universe anymore.
That was why he was lounged in the cockpit, slouching in the pilots chair with his feet on the consoles, hair tumbling into his eyes as he cradled his precious juma bottle in his right hand. Exhaling thinly, he closed his eyes and tilted the bottle back toward his lips, taking a slow sip of the familiar liquid. It always hit the perfect spot within him; today was no exception. A sigh escaped him as he brushed his knuckles over his jaw, absently stroking the thre
'For Morgana'SHUT UP!'For Morgana'7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I dont wanna hear it! Not now.
Rina cowered at Carths aggressiveness, his shouting, accusing tone. His fists were clenched; she squeezed her eyes shut. The cockpit of the Ebon Hawk (the ship was now into its second evening on Manaan) was soundproofed would anyone hear her if she screamed? Pah, nobody would come anyway, except perhaps Mission. Oh, Mission. She was the only one who fully forgave her for being... no. She would not accept that she was who Bastila had told her she was.
Rina waited for the impact, the sound of knuckles on cheek, but it did not come. She had underestimated him; he had more self control than she had previously thought. Cracking open her eyes just as Carth took a menacing step towards her, his deep brown eyes shining murder, Rina stumbled backwards and fell. Slamming her arms back to attempt to stop herself, she landed on her arse and stared up at him with pleading eyes. Tears cr
KotOR: AwkwardAwkwardKotOR: Awkward8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
This is awkward.
Its only for a couple of days, Carth.
Its still awkward.
Lire Dakaar sighed and lobbed a pillow at Carth, catching him squarely in the chest with it. He made a faint oof sound before glaring at her, tossing the pillow onto the bunk behind him. Tumbling into it, he squeezed his side up against the wall and folded his hands behind his head. Lire just rolled her eyes and ignored him, tugging off her boots. She only glanced at him once before taking a seat on the edge of the bunk, setting her boots off to the side and wiggling her toes in their sock-covered freedom.
You know Gadon only had one spare bunk, she said finally, her back still to Carth as she looked around the darkened barracks.