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Coming Home :iconjinzali:Jinzali 490 79 Consular Revan :iconsylvanlore:SylvanLore 45 2 Revan Timeline :iconsylvanlore:SylvanLore 37 6 A Pale Blue Light :iconpenelopesalt:PenelopeSalt 70 51 Ubuntu - Free :icon1inux:1inux 43 34 KotOR 1 meme :iconroguedragon:RogueDragon 31 16
Literature
Healing touch
“Dammit, Atton! Will you stay down?”
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 assassin’s vibroblade. Heh, brief …
He’d known she’d 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 isn’t 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 …
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Literature
KotORII - Control
Eyes like chips of shattered glass reflecting the sea of Manaan – so calm, so calm.
Lies.
Huh, he was one to talk. Flip. Flip. Flip - the constant shuffle of cards in his head, the pure emotion that absorbed and blocked reality better than a Mandalorian shield. Crouched beside her in the Ebon Hawk's engine room, he grinned and allowed a wave of pure lust to wash over him as he watched her lips - delicate pink - pursed over a buggy motivator in T3's chassis.
She felt it. He knew she did, just as he knew that she would shy away from it instead of digging deeper. Too deep. He waited for the calm lift of her pale eyebrow and the subtle shift of her body away from him.
Instead, he found those shattered eyes turned on him, a vertical furrow between her brows.
"Do not. Please."
"...um ... what?" His very best lopsided, 'who-me?' grin masked his astonishment. It wasn't like her to confront his baser urges. She usually gave them - and him - wide berth, no doubt
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Literature
Revan's Challenge
There is no passion. There is no passion. There is no passion. Thereisnopassion. Thereisnopassion.
Thereisnopassionthereisnopassionthereisnopassionthereisnopassionthereisnopassionthereisnopassionthereisnopassion…

Then where on the fracking hairy arse of a wookie was her serenity??
Aniki hurled another rock into the gentle waves of the Rakatan sea, the light splash mocking the turmoil that simmered in her chest. Her eyes followed the fiery streaks that lit up the night sky – smaller pieces of the Star Forge and countless Sith and Republic ships burning up as they struck the small planet’s atmosphere. Oblivious to the chaos in the sky, and in the core of the lone Jedi whose toes were barely within reach, the sea moved calmly, a slow, peaceful rhythm – rising with the new tide, drawn and directed by the compressed mass of death and metal above.
The crimson streaks above flickered across the dark, bowed head of Aniki Revan, Dark Lord of the Sith, smuggler, Jedi,
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Blah Blah Blah :iconsylvanlore:SylvanLore 17 13 We have a Winner :iconlizkay:Lizkay 127 53 Electric With The Possibility :iconpenelopesalt:PenelopeSalt 41 54 Mission Redux :iconpenelopesalt:PenelopeSalt 37 50 4. Dark :iconjinzali:Jinzali 35 14 Unusually dressed Revan :iconmirax-chan:Mirax-chan 35 30 Kippi Chan :iconcyu:cyu 18 1 Venomous :iconpenelopesalt:PenelopeSalt 17 38 Request: LSFDevelopment :icondancinggerbil:DancingGerbil 17 5 10. Breathe Again :iconjinzali:Jinzali 21 13 Damage Done :iconpenelopesalt:PenelopeSalt 15 34 Lab Twat :iconbk-radiohead:Bk-Radiohead 16 25 .: Tails en LSF :. :iconshady-fuyuzora:Shady-Fuyuzora 15 15 Kasabian Poster :iconsaintmichael:SaintMichael 12 5 Now Available In Male :iconpenelopesalt:PenelopeSalt 30 14
Literature
Duality, Chapter 1
Manaan.
Three days after the fall of Malachor and the death of Kreia.

Pain.
The Exile groaned as her muscles flared in protest.  She slowly opened her eyes, focusing on a clean, alabaster ceiling.  It was round and she sensed an open balcony to one side.  She could hear the sound of waves and scented salt in the air.  “Where…am I?” she rasped.
“You are awake,” replied a kindly voice, “You are on Manaan, human and you are being cared for by the finest medical personnel in the universe.  My name is Shaelas, I am your personal caretaker and friend to Admiral Onasi.”
She turned to face the voice, biting her lip at the shooting pain that accompanied her movement.  “But…but you’re Selkath?” she murmured.
“You will find that your treatment at this facility will be second to none.  Manaan is the home of all kolto production, two top-ranking medical schools an
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Literature
KotOR II - Safeword
She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, all long legs, golden hair and pink lips. He was lost from the first. The way she walked, tall and straight. The way she’d glance over her shoulder to see if he was still there.
He’d wanted to tear the purity from her before he discovered the knife’s edge it was balanced on. And then he’d just wanted to dance along the limit with her.
Oh Force, could she dance …
He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, and downed the rest of his juma before signalling for more. The buzz of the crowded cantina dissolved, and all he could see in his mind’s eye was the way she had moved before that slug’s ass of a Hutt, flashes of crimson and gold dangling from her hips and her breasts.
It had been absolute torture, watching her bend and sway, her honey-coloured hair loose over her shoulders, sliding over the delicate line of her throat. Worse still with Blondie standing beside him, blushing like a virgin schoolgir
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Introducing Viktoria - Daughter of Vlad and Sophie :iconmermaidkisa:MermaidKisa 11 21 Atton's Troublesome Trousseau :iconpenelopesalt:PenelopeSalt 12 47 Revan and Skylar: Healing :iconpenelopesalt:PenelopeSalt 13 23 A new member - #020 Nashira :iconmoonyarsaraidh:MoonyArsaraidh 12 19 super doodles 4 :iconunderbase:Underbase 12 17
Literature
Duality, Chapter 8
The Exile turned gently, stretching like a maalraas and sighing blissfully.  She slid her hand across the cool, empty sheets and opened her eyes a crack.  Bao had gone but the pale silver crystal remained on the pillow next to her cheek.  Smiling, she pulled it into her palm and listened as its song resonated within her.  It was quite round, no larger than her own eye.  Holding it up to the light, she peered through the glistening, milky swirls that lay within and wondered what properties it would add to the beams of her double-blade.
She pushed back the tangle of sheets and robes, placing her feet firmly on the floor and returning the crystal to her pillow.  For the first morning in days there was no pain and no burning in her bones.  The Exile took a quick glance at the pale green bruising on her arms and legs, took a deep breath and stood.  Moving away from the bunks she bent low, grabbing her ankles and
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Literature
To The Brink, Chapter 1
The Exile was lying crumpled in the grass, drained from the enormity of what the Masters had been attempting to do to her.  The sound of Kreia’s voice came to her as if from underwater.  She recognized some of the words “truth”…“arrogance”… “harm”… “tragedies”…as they wisped through the recesses of her mind.  She knew these words should mean something but the sound was distant and disjointed.
Suddenly a cacophony of noise rang out.  It sliced through the murky haze of her thoughts and shook her to the very core.  Something was wrong.  Something was horribly wrong.  Summoning all of her remaining power she forced her conscious to surface again to reality and pulled herself to a standing and ready position.  Her vision cleared and she saw them.  Her masters, her mentors were all lying motionless in the grass.  She broke into
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Literature
Revan's Return 2
A young Jedi, coated in sweat despite how loose her plain beige robes were, came to a stop in her run, her last few steps heavy in her attempt to lose speed as soon as possible. She hid behind the tall, blue-green grass and pulled it apart like a curtain, peering forward.
She carried herself almost fugitively, as if fearing detection, though, conversely, she had the confident air of one that had evaded death many times.
She was looking at a ship, her ship, a large personal fighter, the Ivory Hawk. It was roughly twice the size of the smuggler she'd used on the Quest for the Star Forge, though it was similarly shaped, and derived its name from it. The Ivory Hawk was barely hidden in the sea of grass surrounding it, but it was kept from view well enough.
All appeared clear to Senellast, though she wasn't naïve--she knew the peace could be a trap, so she proceeded with caution, and managed to make it to the ship safely.
Inside, she kept her hand on one of her lightsabers, keeping her
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Literature
Duality, Chapter 3
“Mistress…”
The tendrils of a whisper curved like fingers through the Exile’s sleeping brain pulling at her reason, tugging at her logic and drawing her back to reality.
“Mistress Jedi…”
It was more insistent now and she opened her eyes a small crack.  She glanced at the illuminated gold digits on the ivory chronometer in front of her; it read 2:25am.
“Yes Shaelas?” she replied, the sleep heavy in her voice.
“I am sorry to disturb you at this hour but your companion has awakened,” he said, “He is calling for you.”
Her eyes snapped open to attention and she pulled herself upright. “Bao?” she asked, “Is he alright?”
“Yes Mistress,” Shaelas replied gently, “However, he is still suffering from the after-effects of sedation.  It can be very confusing to a patient when they awaken and he is most distressed.  I did not wish to call you at this hour but as he is ask
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Literature
Alice of Human Sacrifice LSF
"Somewhere, there was a tiny dream. Such a tiny dream it was,
No one knew who had dreamt it. The tiny dream began to think.
'I don't want to disappear this way.
How can I make people dream of me?'
The tiny dream thought and thought, and then came up with an idea.
'I'll make humans get lost in me, and let them create the world.'"
The first ALICE's hands were smeared red with blood
From her sword and from her hands that she murdered with.
Despite the fact that she was a murderer,
Her other personality was very kind indeed.
This new ALICE, in the snow,
She was found face down there and dying quickly.
If it weren't for her dear friends and the blood on her hands,
No one would believe that she existed.
The second ALICE was a quiet blue one.
He solved crimes and ate cake with a quiet grin.
He was held very dear by his fam and friends,
He really isn't that crazy or insane.
This new ALICE was loved by several,
But sadly his name was written in a notebook,
Leaving those he loved in deep sorrow.
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Duality, Chapter 7
Screaming.
The Exile could hear the agonized sound of soldiers both Mandalorian and Marauder alike as ordinance rounds tore them apart.  She raced through the smoke, lightsaber aloft, carving a path through to Mandalore’s former headquarters.  She had not expected to encounter a Sith Battalion; she had assumed that with the deaths of Nihilus, Sion and Kreia that their ranks would have been thrown into disarray.
She was wrong.
Her weapon was a beacon, drawing the dark soldiers to her position.  Somehow they recognized her, swarming her by the dozens.  Her limbs had protested at first during the beginning of the battle.  But as she pushed forward the continual movement had allowed her to regain most of her range of motion.  She deflected the strikes of four Marauders with her double-blade and whirling to the left, she threw her hand forward.  The ensuing  Force strike blasted another four away from her.&
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Literature
Lessons in Pazaak - Chapter 5
White light screamed electric murder through the exile’s brain. She arched and twisted away from it, but could not escape the cruel tendrils that tunnelled under her skin and ruptured her veins. She could no longer separate her own body and mind from the pain.
She had no name.
She was only blood and bone and laceration.
Thought and memory and mutilation.
Suffering was eternity, beyond the confines of time.
She heard a low, pitiable whimper and understood that the sound came from her own throat, even as a fresh barrage of screams came tearing through it.
She had been screaming forever.
Through the miasma of her fear, a new touch penetrated. A hand, fingertips cool and dry, softly stroked her forehead. She turned her face toward the caress, blue eyes long since gone, searching. “Atton?”
No sound escaped her lips, through the blood and bile, dust and grit. But she was heard.
“Ah, Cora. You are a marvel. After so much injury, still you hope.” The voice, like
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Literature
Primal
This snippet is totally unrelated to anything else I’ve written.  It takes place in an AU after my version of the destruction of Malachor V.  Our fearless Exile has taken on Atton, Mical, Mira and Bao Dur as her Padawans in spite of her feelings for the young pilot.  Due to a series of disturbing visions she has also undertaken the task of finding Revan as a personal favor to Admiral Carth Onasi.  In this universe Revan can only be located by those sensitive to the Force and the Exile has decided to retrace the path that lead to her disappearance.  Right now the Ebon Hawk and her crew are on Rakata Prime.  They have met with the Elders and are now crossing the terrain on foot.  They are in search of a tomb that Revan had allegedly visited.  They have camped for the night in a small, sheltered inlet facing the beach and are taking turns to patrol in shift.
Rakata Prime.
4 days after the destructi
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KotOR: The Unknown Regions, C1
Disclaimer:  All characters you see and/or don't see here are trademarks and property of Lucas Arts, Obsidian, and Bioware.  Apparently, slavery isn't prohibited in the Video Game Industry...
Chapter I: The Exile's Recovery
Snap.  A circular, round ship shot through the blackness and twinkling stars of space, following a Hyperspace route.  It's orange and beige markings fooled the looker into the belief that this was a republican-born ship, but the Ebon Hawk's history proved otherwise.  Only the motley crew within its broad hull gave away its current alliance towards the Galactic Republic.  One of the crew— a young, brown-haired boy in his early twenties— sat up from the cockpit seat while white and cyan light streaked by the windows.  He immediately dashed towards the loading ramp, eager to see what awaited him.  It was what he'd hoped to find.
"Zae, you're alright!" he exclaimed at th
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Literature
A Lesson in Pazaak - Chpt. 1
Dust and grit swirled around her, crunched beneath her boots and between her teeth. She spat and flipped her Bothan visor down, squinting under the glare of the too-close sun. She couldn’t remember what planet she was on – she could barely remember her own name.
She hunched her shoulders under the long coat and decided it didn’t matter – her name, the planet’s name – this was her last attempt.
Swimming in the reflection of the yellow sun’s heat, a tiny settlement shivered in her vision. Nestled between sand dunes, only the peaks of strangely slanted roofs could be seen. The exile hooked her light sabres to her belt, pulled up her hood and set off towards the only signs of habitation she could detect on this dirt-ball of a planet.
She lost track of time, each step feeling exactly like the last – hot, painful, futile. She turned her face down, away from the scouring wind and sand and watched her feet leave prints that blew away before the next step
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Lessons in Pazaak - Chapter 4
She bit her lip as she pulled her pazaak deck from her pack in a cloud of dust. She shot a sheepish look at Atton and attempted without success to brush years worth of dirt and neglect from the cards. Not one had escaped the ravages of time and travel – bent and dog-eared, the deck looked disreputable indeed. Her old friend looked pained as he noted the damage.
“You should treat your side deck with more care than that. Your side deck is what you bring to the table. It’s what separates you from every two-bit wannabe huckster this side of Nar Shadda.” He grimaced as he watched her endeavour to smooth out a +3/-3 card that looked like it had been used to prop a blast door open. “Without that deck, you’re stuck with what’s dealt to ya.”
“I know, I know,” she said, feeling foolish. “It…it’s just that I haven’t played in a very long time.”
“Yeah, I know.”
She glanced up and caught his gaze, only for a moment
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