Post-SF, Bastila must deal with the consequences of her fall.

Company - Zeftak - Succession

The long dead Dark Lord of the Sith is finally ressurected, and sets Valia on edge. How is she going to defeat somone who looks and even fights similarly to her?

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Post-SF, Bastila must deal with the consequences of her fall.

Awakening - Bond

Before he became Darth Malak...

"Your threats do not frighten me." But they did, and I shivered under his touch.

My last bit of fiction for this site. Unless a new irresistable idea pops into my head. 

Final chapter to the Choices and Consequences series. 

Danika, Sabine, and Batila delve into the mysteries of the ruins on Dantooine. 

Author's Note; Sorry about the delayed post, this was a difficult chapter to write for me, what with school and a lack of inspiration.  Since this fic is the lognest running literary project of mine I plan on taking it all the way, and even writing a sequel!  Please keep reading, and enjoy!

A silly slapstick piece featuring Mission and Bastila.  Prequel (sort of) to Carth's Blaster.

What if Bastila had been Revan's prisoner for a short time before the events of KOTOR 1?

Be sure to read the prologue first!

Revan has been missing in the Unknown Regions for years, and Carth Onasi has one last shot to try and bring her home. He pins all his hopes on her oldest friend, the Jedi Exile, to pass on his last message. But will his words be enough, or is Revan too far gone to return? "If you find her, tell her that Carth Onasi is waiting for her."

A silly slapstick piece featuring Mission and Bastila.  Prequel (sort of) to Carth's Blaster.

What if Bastila had been a captive of Revan's for a short time before the events of KOTOR 1?

A companion piece to my ongoing story line, Venomous. Set in the Jedi Civil War, this follows a squad of Dark Jedi-in the employ of the Republic!

This mission: The DOOMSAYER organization kicks into motion with a plan to frame Darth Revan for terrorist activity.

Part 2 of Audrey's chapter, it's quite a bit longer than Canderous'. This is the battle on the Ender Spire, which is the dreams that Canderous has been having. I'm going to go back and forth between them, telling what is happening in the story from their points of view.

  God, its times like this that I really miss you Canderous, Audrey whispered to the stars that loomed outside the viewport of the common. The noise of the off duty officers were lost to Audrey; she heard none of their boisterous calls, or the low hum of the engines, just the cold lonely silence of the stars.

  This is the events on the Endar Spire from Audrey's point of view, the chapters will switch off for now.  Part 2 has the Sith attack while this recounts how they met. 

Canderous is my favorite character and so the story gets a twist. He has a daughter and this is her story. I've changed the plot so that my character can fit.

Adonia is in for her toughest competition yet in her fight for Carth... This time, it's against the Ebon Hawk!!!

The Endar Spire comes under attack.

"Today is a most fortunate day, Milady. If you have never met Kashtu before you are in for a treat."

"You said she was dead."

"That's what we all thought after her last tussel with Jolee Bindo on Rhen Vhar. Still can't believe he collapsed the whole hideout with a Force pulse," Ptolemus remarked. "We spent years looking for a viable sample for which to recreate her. All of them had been somehow corrupted, rendered unusable. Probably Bon-Son's fault. But I knew that she had managed to create a masterpiece, some lost work, that was to be stored until just this day, this time," he remarked eagerly. "Escort Milady to the ritual chamber."

Hippocratus nodded and undid the lock on the gurney's wheels, Valia still an unwilling passenger.

There was a number of masked Sith that lined the exit from the theater, all staring, all whispering amongst themselves. Valia made a point to scowl at them. "You're all dead, you hear me? DEAD!" she shouted.

Revan recieves the first of many knocks on the head.

"You were a smuggler?" He frowned, "I should've known. Why were you recruited into the fleet, then?"

Amira tapped the side of her head. "Knowledge. Besides, it was better option than rotting in prison. Is there a point to that question?"

"I just find it a little. . . strange that a shady woman added to the crew at the last minute by the Jedi's request just so happened to survive."

Amira groaned, "Oh, no. Don't tell me you're one of those conspiracy theorists." A slightly suspicious look entered her features, "Unless you mean to imply that you wish I died?"

 Birth of a legend... or a cold hearted killer?

 A short piece dedicated to an iconic character of KotOR.

What would KOTOR be like if Revan was a sarcasm and hard rock obsessed teen, another recruit survived the Endar Spire, and Carth's son joined the crew as well? AU game synopsis, deeply psychological moments mixed in with snarky humor, and some songfic moments! Chapter 1: Computer slicer/scout Xana Dakari awakens on the Endar Spire and begins her epic journey...with an annoyingly silent anonymous recruit and a stalkerish commanding officer with a blindingly orange jacket!

Jolee kept his silence. He knew what he
sensed. He may have been an old hermit, but he certainly wasn't
blind. Unfortunately, it was going to be a lot more difficult keeping
that silence once aboard their ship. He still felt the calling to
join the quest. The Force had led them to his cabin for its own
reasons, and he knew to trust its workings.

With the last cry of their opponents, Canderous knew the battle had finished. The red haze of battle faded from his vision, and he felt pain shooting into his hand. His knuckles were covered in blood, and he found himself looking at the broken face of his slain foe. It was a man his age, his scarred face attesting to many successful battles. In many ways, it was like looking at a life he could have had.

Carth took a step backward. He could chalk this up to being paranoid, but something was very wrong about this. It wasn't just seeing Kairi go into a trance again, though that still unnerved him beyond belief. He wasn't an idiot. He knew that there was all sorts of strange things the Force was capable of doing. He knew that someone like him would never come close to understanding.

Still...there was something profoundly wrong about all this.

Amira kept her expression neutral. And how many Outer Rim worlds are attacked by pirates or Mandalorians every day? After wandering the fringes of known space, she was calloused to the pain of losing one's homeworld."I won't say 'I'm sorry' or anything pointless like that. I'm sure you're sick of it." And it wouldn't be genuine, she mentally added.

Just a oneshot about some adventures regarding my female Revan, Summer. Takes place before she leaves for the Unknown Regions but after the fall of Malak. I did have this story up before, but it kinda got destroyed (Whoops) so I re-uploaded it! Enjoy!