KOTOR 2: The Sith Lords, Angst and Drama

The Exile goes into a cave on Korriban and is greeted with a vision of her past.

What makes a hero? His victories? His accomplishments? His character? His sins? Or his choices? The dark, gritty, novelized form of KotOR II. Begins at Dantooine. Recommended rating: PG-13 for blood, violence, and language.

"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."

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.

Bao-Dur's insanity worsens. Revan is given a Darth Vader-style upgrade, need more be said?

"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.

Valia rescues Master Vrook and learns some VERY disturbing things about the Republic in the process

The re-emergence of the Sith Philosophers causes complications for young Valia as she races to protect her fellow students.

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.

"Lady Kreia, I am afraid that I must respond that you are not the only user of the Dark Side," he replied, the lightning arcing between his fingers growing more intense. He blinked and for a moment his eyes took on a terrible sulfurous color before he blinked again and his eyes had returned to their normal blue. "Now, apologize."

Kreia paused before turning to Atton.

"I apologize," she said, the words hissing out through gritted teeth.

She was still waiting for his return, so they may begin the
final battle against the real threat.

"I got a good look at her Force aura. Strong Shielding. Likes her privacy. A raging inferno, though. Her power is like spilt fuel...it gets on anything, it can and will burn. I still don't understand why you are so interested in her. I just think she is an anomaly."

"Alek, I love how you can be so nonchalant about encountering a powerhouse. What ever would I do without you?"

At this, Alek sweapt the white haired, ruby eyed Revan into his arms. "You'd probably be a great deal more bored. Maybe you would take up sewing."

Visas revists her homeland, only to find a barren wastland

Valia blinked at the strange new predicament, the illogic of it starting to anger her and began shivering. What the hell was going on? Was she hallucinating?

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.

"Is it true what they say, Master Shan?"

Bastila glanced back over her shoulder at the slender Twi’lek who had uttered the question.  At just eleven, Okalla was the eldest of her youngling charges and a standout in her studies. She was also dangerously inquisitive.

"Is what true, Okalla?"

The girl hesitated, fingering the controls of her training remote as she summoned her courage, "Is it true what they say about you and Revan?"

It was… one of those moments you recall perfectly for the rest of your life, that you find yourself remembering at odd moments for years afterward. The wry curve of her smile, the gleam of the light on her hair. The smell of smoke on the early morning wind.

Five years after the destruction of the Star Forge, and Revan has been hiding with Carth and their daughter from Sith remenants. Post-KotOR AU.

Um... just something I wrote for funzies. Fluffy, romantic, with touches of drama to shake things up. A night of passion after Malachor 5 results in the Exile, Ana Jassen, and Atton Rand needing tiny clothes. 3 part mini-series. In this rather long installment, Months 5 and 7 are covered. Double the angst, double the romance. Double the pazaak. 

 Part 2 of 3. First story posted on this site, so be gentle.

A moment before her blade failed, Rissa pulled the blaster strapped to her thigh and fired at Revan’s knee, forcing him to drop his blade to deflect the bolt.

The Jedi Exile, Valia Renn, battles a assassin in the service of the Jedi, the Snake!

Aranel comes face to face with Atton's identity and her growing feelings for him.

“Your . . . Empress destroyed my fleet,” he snapped.

“She destroyed her own as well,” Radha shot back in a lowered voice.  “What is it you are looking for Admiral? Evidence of a crime so the Republic can try to punish her for protecting what is hers from what is hers?”

Bao-Dur smiled, then chuckled. Atton narrowed his eyes at Bao-Dur. "Why are you laughing? I'm being serious!"           

"He's laughing at you because you are even more of a fool than we believed," Mical told him, his tone frustrated.

With repairs completed, The Ebon Hawk makes way for Dantooine-in the middle of open war between Mercenaries, the Sith, and Jal-Shey!

Comments welcome! No, scratch that...comments NEEDED.

Atton grabbed Mical by the front of his robes and leaned down, his nose nearly touching Mical's. "Listen, you fracking bastard," Atton said through gritted teeth. "You are going to stay out of my head. What I'm thinking is none of your business."