Female Exile

Our close proximity only highlights how distant she seems.

The only thing more powerful than the Force, is alien alcohol.

"Have you no idea of the scope of the work that is still to be done? Do you not understand what you are about to face?" her sharp tone made the younger woman's skin crawl. "Your bonds could be strengths. To be able to inspire and lead, even as Revan did, that is a rare gift indeed. But because you are weak, because you have no discipline, you allow your bonds to control you."

My first colour attempt at a person! My Exile, Zaeren Cryo.

Here's a drawing of my Exile, Bryony, as she would have looked during the Mandalorian Wars.

This story is an adaption of the Grimm fairy tale "Fitcher's Bird," featuring the young future Jedi Exile, Bryony Thuvell, and a handfull of other K2 characters at the Dantooine Enclave.

Could it be that she was unhappy? Atton himself was happier than he had ever been. He had worried for awhile that he might grow bored with Liara as time went by but that had proven false. If anything, he relied on her more and more each day. She was his peace and that fact didn’t bother him anymore. His happiness being dependent on her was fine with him now. And Atton felt deep inside that she was content as well. Even with the constant reminder of his flaws, such as his yellow eyes, she loved him.

Erv's grip on his blaster relaxed and his hand dropped once again to his side. “So why am I here? I'm no commando,” he murmured.

“You said so yourself. One of those freaky Revan clones chose you,” Atton said, patting him on the back as in congratulations. “Call it the Force, or just dumb luck, kid, but that's the way these things normally work. Trouble comes to you.”

The youth glared back at him, cocky and defiant even as he knew he was outnumbered. In a way, it reminded Atton of his own self. Erv's lip curled. “That's not how it works.”

Gift art for a friend of her LSF!Exile and Atton Rand.

Toxel, son of the Exile, finds out more about his task from the now older members of his mother's crew.

Third installment of Nights of the New Republic, a parody. Part 3: In which Atton and the Disciple vie for the Exile's affections. I promise laughs, innuendo, snark, and bad poetry!

“Do you wish to raise them yourself?”

“Give me a call when they're ready and I will select one. I'd like it if you could take care of the others until I return.”

The kaminoan bowed its head. “Thank you for your business, sir.”

“No,” Hagan smiled, showing his teeth, “Thank you.”

Atton has been a dropout, a scoundrel, a Republic soldier, a Sith hero and a real nasty murderer. After that the roles kind of blended together, and now there's a lightsaber on his belt, pressing uncomfortably into his thin thigh. He's using the damn Force to get himself together and silence a headache, and he's croaking the name of a Jedi knight he loves. And this time, it is that kind of love.

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."

Yes, it's been a long time again. A battle and a meeting between past and present

Mical didn't return and Bastila is pressuring Jakkie to ask Shen to leave. Jakkie refuses to ask her best friend.

 Just if you've forgotten: Jakkie Rand, (Cakey) is the daughter of Atton Rand and the Exile. Her mother left her when she was very young and after her father was killed, she is forced to live with Mira and her son Shen. However, years later Mira is kidnapped by the exchange and Jakkie and Shen find themselves on Dantooine where Jakkie decides to retake her Jedi training. During her training she discovers a number of things, including a dark jedi from her mothers past...

A short epilogue to tie up all the loose ends of this exciting 3D graphic novel. I hope you enjoyed the story!

The final chapter of this exciting 3D graphic novel is here...

A nasty surprise for Carth.

"You are beautiful to me, and I have not felt anything but hate for anyone in so long." Sion looked to her face, expecting to see disgust at someone as grotesque as himself feeling anything for someone as exquisite as she was.

"What of the one who ran?" Sion asked as he stepped beside Traya.

"Get rid of him. The fool pilot's uses have run out."

Sion gave a sharp intake of breath at that.

So the dark-haired one is the man she is involved with Sion thought. Yes, I will take great pleasure in handling him myself.

Sion started after Atton.

Jakkie finds herself following the person who kicked her off the cliff. They are being pursued by an old friend of the family...

After months and months of rewrites, recreations, and rethinking, the new and improved Echoes of Darkness graphic novel is finally in production with Chapter 1 now complete. The story takes place a few months after the events of my previous graphic novel, Across the Universe. Enjoy!

The last thing I remembered was falling in the crystal caves on Dantooine, but when I opened my eyes, I found myself back on Nar Shaddaa. I thought that this might have been a memory; you know, like ones that reoccur through your dreams until they arrive back to your conscious memory; but the odd thing was that I was standing on a landing pad in front of a ship that anyone in known, maybe even unknown, space would recognise: The Ebon Hawk. I took a few steps towards the ship and put my hand on the outer casing.

                 Mical watched Atton leave. Atton's behavior was definitely troubling. He needed time to grieve or he was in danger of snapping. Unfortunately, time was a luxury they could not afford at the moment. Mical told himself he would simply have to keep a close eye on him.

Caves are terrifying... Especially if they show you your darkest moments... and a twist of the present...

Spoilers Alert: READ AT YOUR OWN RISK, it has spoilers connecting to both my main stories and to KotOR II. So if you'd rather wait for my to finish publishing those stories do so, but if not, feel free to read it.

The Exile returns to confront Atton and show him what she has become.

This is too easy, he thought to himself before he began to speak. "Either I've died and gone to heaven or the Juma's finally getting to me," he continued, "tell me: are you an angel?"

The woman caught his eyes with a confused look and Atton quickly corrected himself. "Whoa, I hope some poor kid doesn't use that line in the future." He gave a small chuckle, as did the woman whose cheeks had become a bright red despite her tanned skin. "So tell me, what are you doing here?"

And then Arikal looked at the pair with new eyes and a new heart. She saw them not as the heroes everyone else thought them to be, but as themselves. She saw Revan’s true enjoyment of Malak’s strong hands and their caress. She saw the lust in Malak’s eyes, the red specks even more evident in both pairs of eyes. And fear roared through her. She looked out the conference room’s window to the stars. “You’re not going to be able to get away with this,” she said softly.

Atton burst onto the bridge. He looked wildly about for Liara and the Sith Lord. The last few times he had tried to get a sense of how she was doing, he had only felt flickers of life coming from her. Atton spotted Nihilus and Liara at the other end of a long walkway. When he got closer, he saw that Nihilus had Liara in the air, his hands clutching her head tightly. His head was bent towards hers, like he was kissing her, but their mouths were not touching. There was something almost sensual about it all, though not in a romantic way. He saw Liara's eyes roll back in her head. Atton didn't know what the Sith Lord was doing, but it obviously wasn't healthy for her.