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Author’s Notes: I haven’t written from Atton’s point of view for a while. So I already written Part One and this is Part Two. Don’t ask why I’m jumping around here and there. I’m getting confused myself that I can’t stay put on one subject. Sorry it’s so long, I tried really hard to skip through most of the boring stuff. I know there are many out there who hate Atton. I wonder how they feel about Mical… Enjoy.

Chapter 2: Telos – Citadel Station

I must have dozed off to sleep after what happened to Peragus. The entire planet was destoryed in a blink of a eye by us when we fired on the asteroids. Therefore, turning everything around us supernova. We had barely escaped with our lives in time when the Sith were after us. Hopefully that explosion should stop them for now. Maybe not for good but enough to slow them down. This journey is hard for us like T3-M4, Kreia, and me, Atton Rand. Especially on our Jedi Exile heroine, Andria Trelyve. She has been through so much ever since she returned to Republic space. She’s now resting in the med bay recovering from her minor injuries. I feel this may be the begining of our trip. I’m here alone at the cockpit, resting while the Ebon Hawk is in hyperspace route to Telos. After that, I’m going far away from the Jedi and staying that way.

Man! I’m bored. There’s nothing to do here right now and it’s going to a long time before we land on Telos. I counted the ticks in the power couplings two times because if nobody would do it then somebody has to. I heard the droid wheeled itself in the cockpit. It beeped questionly at me.

“Yeah, I’m bored as hell,” I leaned back in my chair. “There’s nothing to do around here.”

The droid beeped again.

“Play Pazaak with you? Heh, no thanks. I’m not gonna play with a droid.”

The droid whistled.

“Because I don’t trust droids. There’s nothing you can do to make me say otherwise.”

The droid beeped.

My eyes opened wide, interested. “Really? How many credits?”

The droid beeped, betting 900 Republic credits.

“Alright, I’m in. You better hold your end of the bargain, droid.”

After some time, the cursed droid took away all of my credits I had in the galaxy from my pockets. In my frustration, I kicked it and told it to go away. Last time I’ll ever play with that droid or any droid. I thought droids are supposed to be bad at games, programed to lose. I should’ve figure out his plan when he said I could go first. How can a ulitity droid ever learn how to play Pazaak? Hey, we just landed on Telos.

I ran in the med bay to wake Andria up. She was already up and changing her clothes from her old Jedi robes to a bulky Peragus mining uniform. I didn’t realized she was already awake and I nearly walked in on her. I stole a glance at her and noticed this unusual, nasty scar on her back and a symbol tattoo on her right shoulder. Strange, I didn’t realize Jedi or whatever she is, could be a space pirate. But I kept my distance from her.

“Atton, you can come in now,” Andria called out as I walked in the doorway.

“Um, sorry I walked in that,” I said awkwardly, waiting for her to snap at me. “How do you feel?”

“No, that’s okay. You didn’t know. Just don’t do it again.” She still had her back turned to me, folding up her Jedi robes neatly. “I feel fine, thank you.”

“Uh, I don’t want to be rude and nosy asking you this but how did you get that scar and tattoo?”

“Long story short. The scar I got from the Mandalorian Wars. The tattoo I got afterwards. Enough said.”

“Fair enough. I came in here to say that we just landed on Telos.”

Andria turned around, holding up her clothes which has lots of holes in it. “Do you have some needles and thread? I need to sew up my robe.”

“How should I know? This isn’t my ship. I thought the Hawk is yours!”

“The Ebon Hawk doesn’t belong to me – I just ended up on Peragus on it. Then we had to escape in it from the Sith.”

“Making it your ship, then.”

“OUR ship. I don’t own anything.” Andria tucked the folded clothes under her arm and walked passed me. “When we get to a shop, I’m buying a needle and some thread. Then I can finally get rid of this mining uniform.”

What’s up with women and needles? What about Andria’s sense of fashion? She can’t go out like that but she said that she’ll change later. I walked out on the loading ramp of the ship to find the droid, Kreia, and Andria waiting for me.

A voice echoed around the hanger. “Attention – this is Citadel Station Bay Control, Dock Module 126. Please remain where you are. Lieutenant Dol Grenn will arrive shortly to meet you. That is all.”

“I don’t like the sound of that. If they think we caused the explosion…” I whispered to everyone but I think they weren’t listening. Their attention was more focused on a small, armed group of authories. They raised their rifles at us, never dropping their stance. ”Uh oh – here comes the welcoming party. They may not know what happened, so don’t blow it.”

A man in his mid-forties, stepped forward toward Andria. “I’m Lieutenant Grenn, Telos Security Force also known as the TSF. I’m under orders to take you into custody in regards to the destruction of the Peragus Mining Facility. All your gear and droids will be handed over for safe keeping. Do you understand?”

“Just great,” Andria muttered bitterly. “Yes, I do. We’ll cooperate.”

The droid beeped sadly as someone placed a restraining bolt on it and took it away.

A couple of those guys got behind me and made us raise our hands in the air as they checked us for smuggled weaponary. Then whatever we owned they taken away during a throughed search (except Andria’s Jedi robes, they look like a bunch of rags). They made Andria changed her uniform to more lady-like clothing. We raised our arms down and they slapped some stun cuffs behind our backs. ”Tell me I’m not going to jail again.”

“Move it before I make you!” One of the guards snarled as he jammed his rifle hard on my back.

“Hey, watch it!”

“Atton, just do what they say for now.” Andria said, glancing back at me. She has five of them watching her. They must know she is a Jedi.

The Telos Security Force uncuffed and put us in seperate force cages when we reached the detention center.

Lieutenant Grenn stared at us, his face barely showing emotion. “You’ll be held here briefly – living quarters and passcards are being arranged as we speak. Someone will return shortly to escort you there.” He left the room.

“Well, we might be here for a while. Might as well get comfortable.” I said hopefully.

“Yeah, that sounds nice being in a prision and all. It’s so comfortable here,” Andria said with sacrasm. “Which side are you going to stay on? On the left or the right?”

“I was-” I argued.

After ten minutes, Kreia interupted our fight. She stood up from her meditative state. “Someone is coming.” She said as the door opened, letting a man in. He wore a TSF uniform but something is definity fishy about this guy.

“So this is the ‘Last of the Jedi’ Andria Trelyve. I must admit, I’m a little disappointed. The Exchange has a bounty on Jedi, you know. You’re worth quite a bit of money, Trelyve.”

Andria crossed her arms. “Hmph. Figures. It seems everyone in the whole galaxy are after me. Get in line, assassin because I won’t go down without a fight.”

“Hmm, a mouthy, attractive female Jedi to boot. Don’t worry my dear, I’ll have you put back in your place with little bruises as possible.”

Great. Now I have to think fast. Goade him into a bait so he wouldn’t pay much attention to Andria. ”The Exchange, huh? I’m pretty sure some two-bit pistol jockey like yourself isn’t one of them.”

“Eh? I’m more than skilled enough to work for the Exchange.” The assassin stated.

Got him. I’ll keep going. “You bounty hunters couldn’t even win a fair fight. You’re the cheapest, most worthless mercenary scum in the galaxy. I’d hire a Mandalorian over your filth in a second.”

“No Mandalorian could match my skills. No Mandalorian could have been clever enough to infiltrate this staion, taken identity of one of the guards, then…”

“…then what, overload our force cage field and made it look like an accident? You probably don’t even have the guts to fight me. Heh. Pathetic.”

“Don’t think overloading your cages had not occured to me… you’re wanted alive, but I doubt anyone would care as long I bring the corpse. Come ‘Jedi’. It is time to die.”

“Hey, leave her alone – you want a fight? Then try me, if you got the guts.”

“Atton…” Andria muttered softly.

The assassin walked over to the control console. “You have goaded me once, and you shall not do so twice. But I shall dispose of all of you eventually. And an old woman, a fool, and a broken Jedi are no match for my skills.” He turned off the force cages to kill us himself with his blasters. Not a chance. As soon as the field lowered down, Andria used the Force to push him back to a wall, knocking him out.

“What is going on here?” Grenn entered the room, demanding answers. “There was a power shortage and we lost our cameras in here.”

“This assassin tried to kill us. He came to get the bounty off Jedi.”

“Hmmm, come with me then. You’re be safeter under house arrest.” The TSF escorted us to a one room apartment that only had one bed. “Here are your passcards, don’t lose them. They gives you access around the Citadel Station under heavy protection. You will not be allowed to leave at any time. Here this time, we will be more protective for your safety. This time there will be no accidents.”

“How about just in case, leave us a blaster or two.” I suggested. The Lieutenant gave me a nasty look and shook his head. Then soon he left, leaving two guards watching at the front door. I waited until he was gone before speaking, “This isn’t good. We’ve got to get off this station. Nah, forget it. As long as we’re trapped here, it doesn’t matter.”

“We’ll get off this station when we get the chance. But where do we head to next?” Andria asked.

“We could head to the Nar Shaddaa system. When people are after you, it’s the best place to hide low for a while.”

“Atton, how do you know that? By experience?” She looked suspicously at me.

“Hey, everyone needs to get lost once in a while. Get away from something, you know? It’s no big deal.”

“Okay,” Andria turned to Kreia. “What do you think, Kreia?”

“I do not know. It’s hard to say. Let me meditate on this matter.” Kreia sat down to meditate.

“Yeah, you go meditate. Me, I’m getting some rest,” I threw my arm around Andria’s shoulders. “So, Andria. Want to share the bed? There is only one beds in here: one spot on the floor for Kreia and the bed for us. So how about it?”

Andria grabbed my arm and put it down at my side. “No thanks. You and Kreia get the bed. I’m just going to sleep my back toward the wall, if you don’t mind.” She sat down at a wall, her back pressed against the wall and closed her eyes. Strange Jedi. Doesn’t she know the floor is very hard? “Yes, Atton. I know the floor is hard but I’m used to doing this.” She called out. She read my mind? Probably not.

I sat down on a bed to lie down. But sleep was hard to come by. I feel restless, turning from one side to another, rolling in my sheets. I finally got up and saw Kreia was wide awake staring through a window. She glanced at Andria who was asleep.

“Explain something to me.” I demanded.

“I don’t have the years required nor the desire to indulge you.” Kreia said plainly.

“If she served in the war, well, Jedi are supposed to be tough. Tough, capable.”

“Yes, but what are they without the Force? Take the greatest Jedi Knight, strip away the Force, and what remains? They rely on it, depend on it more than they know. Watch as one tries to hold a blaster as they try to hold a lightsaber. And you will see nothing but a man, a woman, a child.”

“But to lose so much, I guess I didn’t realize how much they rely on it.”

“Do not be surpised. In many ways, even you can be more capable than a Jedi. You could survive even when they could not because you cannot hear the Force as they do. It is a irony of a sort and that is why I tolterate your presence now.”

“But such a loss of ability, for a Jedi, it seems so extreme.”

“She has been gone from war for a some time. It is conflict that strengtens us and isolation that weakens us, erodes us. Add to that she turned away from war, did all she could to forget it and the last piece clicks into place. But we have spoken enough of this and we do her a great disservice of not speaking of this while she is present.”

Kreia turned back to her view at the window. I went back to bed again and woke up to find Andria already awake, sewing her Jedi robes at a work table. Today she was dressed in a different, fancier outfit than yesterday’s. Even her hair style was different. She looked at me, smiling, seeing I was awake. “Good morning, Atton. Did you sleep well? You were asleep for a long time.”

“Yeah,” I groaned then noticed my shirt was gone. “Where’s my shirt and my jacket?”

“Here, I sewed it up for you. Sorry about that.” She handed it to me.

“Thanks,” I got dressed as I walked up to her. “You look beautiful. You should wear girls clothes all the time.”

“Ha! As if that’s going to happen! The TSF force me into this getup. They must think I’m some sort of princess. And I don’t dress like a boy!”

“Well, Your Highness, you seem to be in a better mood today! Why is that?”

“I finally got to sew my robe! I’m so proud!” She exclaimed holding up her work. “Oh, it could be the Force acting on its own.”

“Whatever it is, it’s good to see. You’re a nice counterbalance to that old witch over there,” I took a look around the apartment room. ”Speaking of old witches, where’s Kreia?”

“Kreia left early, said she’s looking for something. When she’s ready, she’ll come to get us.” She handed me a passcard. “I’m done here so let’s get something to eat.”

“Were you waiting for me to wake up before going out to eat?”

“Well, yes and no. I wanted to sew up my robe first before doing anything else. I thought you might be hungry from sleeping the whole time.” Andria said as she dugged into her pocket for something.

“We are broke on cash. How can we get a bite to eat?” I saw her smirk as she held up a wallet full of credits. “Hey, where did you get all those credits?”

“Oh, T3 gave them to me. He said he found them or won the creds off some poor chump on Peragus before it exploded.”

“Why, that stupid droid! I’ll get you for this.” I shook my fist.

“What’s wrong with you?” Andria gave me a bored look.

“Nothing,” I said as I grabbed Andria’s hand. “Come on, let’s eat. I’m starving.”

 

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The Jedi Exile is… uh… me. Like me in almost every way. I do have a scar on my back and I do have a spunky punk personality. I’m used to sleeping on hard floors and my back to a wall. I don’t like to sew (it hurts!). I do not have a tattoo, thank goodness or my parents would have killed me. I added some stuff that I would’ve like to see in game and to make the story realistic.

I know in the game, a house arrest is a house arrest. But in here, you can go around the station as long you don’t try to get off. Which they did later… yeah…

 

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