Other K1 characters

Request from robokop: The three main ladies of the first game, all in the same room.

It's been six years since the Star Forge has been destroyed, and the one formally known as Revan (now called Jami), has been having nightmares on the night it happened every year since they destroyed it. She has never been able to remember what happens... until now.

Will this disturbing dream come true? Are the ones that she so desperately loves in danger? Is the dark side once more at work? These are the questions that are going to be answered with: Only You.

     “I’m so, so sorry, Carth,” she babbled. “I really didn’t mean to bump into you, honest!  I felt like I was gonna fall off the edge and I didn’t have anywhere else to go . . .  But I bet if I hadn’t been lookin’ down, I wouldn’t’ve felt like that, and I wouldn’t’ve bumped into you, and you wouldn’t be hurt right now . . .”

     “It’s therangen, I know,” Lire replied, glancing momentarily at it before folding her arms thoughtfully and sighing. “Stick a grenade in it, pull the pin, run for your life, and the thing explodes about two seconds later.”

"Where's Jade?" demanded Canderous as he walked out of Jolee's hut. "She's holding us up."

"I think she started without us," said Carth.

"But she promised me large and aggressive predators!" said Canderous.

"Maybe she was just talking about you," Carth remarked.

I'm baaccckkkk!!! With a picture as well :D *grin*

Three of the pivotal characters are undergoing major reconstructive surgery to undo the damage done to them, and the purpose of HK's legs is revealed. You may be surprised by some of their new parts. This is officially the end of Exodus.

The woman pulled her five year old daughter by the hand through the lower city of Taris.  The girl was still groggy from sleep having only been yanked from her bed a few minutes ago.  As they ran however she grew more aware of her mothers anxiety and tension and the foreboding that seemed to permeate the area.... 
There was an ear splitting boom and the scream of metal tearing.  The last thing Jinx saw was the shards of wall and door flying into the room before something very heavy collided with her head and blackness engulfed the world.

Keelan and the gang make a risky alliance in hopes to escape Taris.

Trapped beneath Revan, Tol-Mar seeks a way to escape.

Serena Kae awoke in a hospital room much like every other. A little nicer perhaps, but still obviously institutional. The windows were blocked by heavy drapes, but a slender bar of light managed to peek through, falling on the form of a young girl snoozing in a chair. Her body was folded in on itself, and there was no way she could be comfortable.

The Sith officer turned his rifle to the Duros now, who fell into a terrified silence. “That’s how we Sith deal with smartass aliens! Now you get up against the wall before I lose my temper, again!”

Keelan and Jake finally find each other, but the meeting doesn't go the way he expected...

Drew me a picture, I did.

Through the Trials of the Jedi and his own lust for adventure, a young boy takes the next steps in his long journey of danger and self discovery.

Another piece of Avatar/KOTOR art.

Someone was subverting the swoop garage security matrix from a nearby terminal!

“What the...” Phlinch stared shock at the five people crowded around the terminal in question. Phlinch wasn't surprised that the infiltrators could subvert the Vulkar security matrix, it was older than dirt and easy to slave. He was just shocked to find that he could name three of the five people. The whiny waitress from upstairs, Mission Vao—the Beks' favorite mascot, and her furry protector, Zaalbar.

“Obviously, they're here for the accelerator,” Phlinch muttered under his breath. “Gadon Thek. Might'a known the old Bek wouldn't take Brejik's thievin' lying down.”

The Star Forge... Malak... Love... Can all these things be connected in the same story? Can things still be good?

"What, you scared of Wookiees or something?" she asked Seth.

"Nah, I ain't scared of those guys. Unless they're rabid."

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t stop the images, couldn’t stop the feeling he was slipping away, that the monster he once was, was breaking free of the prison he had created in the deepest, darkest corner of his soul.

"Something important is gonna happen here. I just know it!"

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

Revan, Bastila, and Carth witness the strength of the True Sith Navy, while Jaden and Canderous battle not just for the survivors of the colony but ultimately for their own lives. How will the first battle of the True Sith War play out?

"Y'know, Lire, the first time you made that cake, it was like to kill us all." "That was years ago, Canderous, and you know as well as I that the only reason it turned out badly was that Jolee didn’t have any cocoa.  The Ebon Hawk’s galley wasn’t that well-stocked . . ."  This is the story of Lire's attempt at baking a chocolate cake to surprise Carth on his birthday.  Somehow, it always seems as if the galaxy's problems stem from cake.

In dreams, the line between what is perceived and what is reality are blurred. We never mean to, but in dreams we come to know ourselves so well, everyone else can only be strangers. Then we wake, and the knowledge is gone. The dream is forgotten, and we can only strive to remember what we saw, what we heard, and what was remembered while dreaming. If we could sleep forever, we would. Just slip into that cradle sublime and let it rock us like a helpless child, content to just be until the dream turns to nightmarish reality.

In the semi-darkness he could see the spires clearly, jutting into the Coruscant skyline like a collection of deadly blades. The shadows they cast on the ground below seemed to hide it from view, and Chancellor Dryad found himself wondering if that was the intent of the architects who had originally designed it. He could just make out the figures of the Republic patrol as they walked the perimeter, keeping out the unwelcome. An odd sensation traveled up his spine as he watched them, and with it the distinct feeling that he had made a terrible mistake.

Dustil had grown to hate the Republic and everything it stood for. They claimed to be democratic and protect freedom, but all he had seen was slavery.  Sure, they called it a career. They called it duty and honor. But it was flat out slavery. Slavery to a faulty ideal. How could his father not see that the “freedom” he fought to protect only gave people the freedom to be cruel and wage war against each other? War that left children as orphans and wives as widows. Even if then men who fought weren’t already dead.

Carth spoke, "I think you were right in that interrogation Saul, the Republic holds no future for me any more. Am I too late to sign up with the Sith?"

Sequel to Beautiful Darkness. Part Three.

I heard Canderous snort from behind me. “I guess you have this under control,” he stated as he left the room, but not before flashing Mission a knowing grin. “Good luck, kid.”

“If you lose everything as well as your emotional attachment to those things, was it ever really lost?”