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Author’s Notes: THIS STORY IS SO TOTALLY AT RANDOM. I’M A ATTON RAND FAN. THE PARTS OF HATING ATTON IS TOTALLY MADE UP. LOL. BASED ON THIS TOTALLY WERID DREAM I HAD AND SOME MOVIE I SAW BUT I FORGOT THE NAME. HA HA HA! I think this story is pretty stupid. I FEEL DIZZY. I’m listening to Maneater by Nelly Furtado. I’LL GO TO BED NOW. ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ….

 

The Ebon Hawk flew in known space overhead many planets. She and her crew must go to worlds where the Jedi Masters may be hiding away from the Sith threat. They must put Jedi in action to fight off the disturbance of Force. So far, they encountered Master Atris on Telos and Master Vrook on Dantooine. They still have to go Nar Shaddaa, Onderon, and Korriban to find Master Zez-Kai Ell, Master Kavar, and Master Lonna Vash. The Hawk’s crew are The Jedi Exile Andria Trelyve, Atton Rand, Kreia, Mical the Disciple, T3-M4, Visas Marr, Bao-Dur, and Kreia.

Atton Rand was fixing minor problems in the cockpit to keep on Ebon Hawk steady. He muttered his curses under his breath as he struggles with the wires and circuits.

“Do you need a hand?” Mical asked politely as he walked in the cockpit.

Atton shook his head, annoyed. “No, I don’t. Go back to your training. I’ll call you if I need someone useless.”

“Is there some problem? I was only offering my help.”

“Problem? No, no problem,” Atton said sarcastically. “Just wondering how long you’re planning to stick around.”

“For as long as Master Andria Trelyve needs me, of course.” Mical said quietly as he goes on with that innocence look.

Atton rolled his eyes. “How heroic of you. Well, Andria doesn’t need you. In fact, we were doing just fine until you showed up.”

“Actually, there are times when it seems you could use some h-” Mical stated.

“Always with the details, aren’t you?” Atton interupted Mical. “You can’t fool me. You have some agenda, spying on her, always keeping your eye on her.”

Mical stared blankly at him. “No, no, I don’t. I simply admire her. She has many qualities worthy of respect and a strength that matches her beauty. Surely you’ve noticed.”

“Yeah, and I noticed first. Get it? So cut it out.” Atton answered, annoyed at this prince charming act. “And another thing – stop being all noble around her, in your big hero way. Andria sees right through your little act. She likes honest guys, not guys who run around being unselfish and heroic all the time.”

“I thought she was the hero.” Mical said sadly as he walked out of the cockpit and left Atton to repairs.

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“Oh, great, what do you want now? To give me a hand? I told you, I don’t need any help, especially from you.” Atton groaned as Mical walked in the cockpit again after an hour later.

“Atton… I feel that perhaps there has been some miscommunication between us concerning Andria.”

“No, I understand you just fine. Look, I know what’s going on in your want-to-be Jedi mind. Thought you Jedi or ex-Jedi or whatever you are were supposed to be above that.”

“Atton,” Mical began again. “Perhaps I should explain – I see relationships with others in a different light, not as possessive, or carnal. Relationships are something shared between two people and give both strength, whether through struggle or whether through affection. I admire her, even love her. Just being around her, you feel all sorts of emotions.”

“Well… yeah. Okay.”

“But Andria walks a far more difficult path than the rest of us. I care what happens to her and if I can help her, I will. I know you despise my presence and don’t wish me here. If there is anything we can agree on, it is that we will be there for Andria when no one else is. And perhaps save her so she may continue down the road that she must walk.”

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Andria Trelyve was sleeping the Starboard Cabins while the Ebon Hawk land on Nar Shaddaa. T3-M4 noticed this and was making a commotion to wake her up. Everyone else were either resting or working. Boring. Meanwhile, Atton Rand was off snoozing again at the cockpit once again. He’s off in imaginary land.

Andria wore a dancer’s outfit. She walked with passion and she talks like she can handle it. She was posing on a bed, smiling at Atton.

“Hi, Pazaak Boy! What do you want to do today?” She examined his face and frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“This cannot be happening! I must be dreaming! You already said you hate me. You’re in love with Mical not me!”

Andria stood up and got closer to Atton. “You’re not dreaming. Don’t you want me to wear this? I think I look sexy in it. What do you think? Hmmm?”

“Yes, you look very sexy, babe.”

“Oh, Atton. You’re making me blush.” Andria giggled as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “I always wanted you, flyboy.”

“Wake up, Atton! This is no time to snooze!” Andria screamed in his ear.

“Huh? Huh? What’s going on?”

“We’re getting near Nar Shaddaa. We would have crashed on the surface if T3 didn’t wake me up in time.” Andria stood in front of him, her hands working at the controls. She stopped, surpised. “Atton, why are you touching my butt?”

“I was checking out something.”

“Perv!” Andria turned arounded quickly and slapped Atton in the face. She marched out of the room. “Pilot the ship, yourself! You make us crash and you’ll pay for it dearly!”

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“Okay, we finally landed Your Highness,” Atton called out to Andria. “What are we going to do now?”

“What we had been doing these past couple of days,” Andria announced. She was dressed in peasant clothes. ”Looking for Jedi Masters and persuade them to go to Dantooine.”

“Right. The Jedi with the funny name. Zez Kai-Ell, right? As long we don’t have to go to Nal Hutta. Don’t want to wash the stink out of our clothes for the next couple of years.”

Andria ignored him. She turned to Mical and kissed him on the cheek. “Hey Mical. Want to come along for the ride?”

“Yes, Master Trelyve,” Mical took Andria by the hand. “Do you have any idea where this Jedi Master would be?”

“Nope. No idea. Atton will accompany me to begin searching. He seems to know much about Nar Shaddaa and he could prove to be a asset.”

“Yes, of course. As you wish.”

Kreia steps out of the Ebon Hawk. “It is hard to sense a Jedi Master on this moon.”

Visas Marr stepped out after her. “I agree this moon is too noisy. It’s hard to feel anyone’s presence here. Why would a Jedi want to hide on this moon?”

Kreia answered her question. “A good question. Therefore raises another I would like to ask: Why would a Jedi want to hide?”

“We should head out to find the answer,” Andria walked around but tripped over something, stumbling to Atton’s direction.

Atton stretched out and catches her fall. “Careful, babe. Watch your step or you’re fall for hours and nobody could catch you.” His hands holding her, moving down to her lower back.

Andria blushed at how close she was to him. “Hmph, thanks for the advice. Huh!? Atton, get your hands off my butt!” She got free and slaps him in the face. “And don’t call me ‘babe’!” She pushed herself away from him.

“Well, Nar Shaddaa is a dangerous place so it’s best not to stay at one place for too long. The best to look should be the cantina.” Atton said plainly.

“Why? Because you want to go there for a drink?” Mical asked. “It’s possibly the smellest place on this moon.”

“No. That’s the best place you can go for information. Let’s go. The cantina is called the Krayt Dragon.”

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Krayt Dragon

“Welcome to the Krayt Dragon. Please empty all your weapons on the desk.” The bouncer commanded outside the cantina. “You’ll be returned of your weapons when you get out. It’s just a safety issue so that no one gets high or drunk to kill everyone inside.”

Atton left his blasters on the desk and walked to the entry way while Andria followed. The bouncer raised his arm to stop her.

“Just because she’s a woman, doesn’t mean we don’t suspect her being a threat to us all. Please empty your pockets.” He pressed a blaster to her chest.

“Hey! Get your hands off her! Leave her alone!”

Andria held up her hands. “It’s okay, Atton. I’ll empty my weapons.”

Andria walked to the desk defiantly and opened her jacket where she kept her four blasters in her belt. She threw her jacket down and took out a blaster rifle from her back. She pulled out two blasters from her pockets and several grenades. She reached down behind her to pull out a virboblade and some knives. The bouncer and Atton stared at awe of the many consealed weapons Andria had on her. Andria showed that’s all she had and walked to the door way. The bouncer stopped her again.

“Take off your clothes and put this on.” He said, holding up a Dancer’s Outfit. It’s so revealing that you couldn’t hide anything in it.

“What?! You can’t make me wear that!”

“You’ve proven yourself to be a threat. So I suggest you must wear this.”

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“Great. I’m stripped of my weapons and clothes. I feel naked.” Andria said sadly. “Atton, stop staring at me.”

“Was I staring? Look on the bright side. We’re in the Krayt Dragon and all it’s glory. Oh, here’s your lightsaber. Lucky for you they didn’t search me that hard.”

“I can’t put this anywhere. I’m wearing a bikini! You have to hold it for me.” She handed it back to him.

Atton took out some credits and a Pazaak deck from his pocket.

“What are you doing? We don’t have time for this!” Andria yelled.

“I’m getting information and having a bit of fun at the same time.” Atton said before wandering off.

“Whatever,” Andria stopped a female Twi’lek staring through a window and walked up to her. “Hi! Could I ask you some questions for a minute?”

“What do you want?” The Twi’lek said rudely and angrily.

Atton noticed this and collected his earnings from his last game. “I think you should let me handle this one.” He said slowly to Andria.

“Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?!” Andria snapped.

Atton ignored her and seated himself at a table with the Twi’lek and began playing Pazaak. During that time, Andria tapped her foot impatiently on the floor, annoyed until she couldn’t stand anymore. She could only sit and glare at him while he ordered drinks for the Twi’lek. Jealous much? Finally their game was over.

“That was… magnificent. Thank you for such a stimulating game.” The Twi’lek flustered as she smoothed back her headtails. She giggled as Atton walked away with his winnings. “Oooo, he’s so handsome. I’d love to play him all day.”

“What was that about?” Andria asked.

“It was just a friendly game, that’s all,” Atton replied then grinned. “You’re not jealous, are you?”

“Me jealous?” Andria laughed uncomfortably. “You got to be kidding.”

“Got it. Well, I guess you won’t mind that I’ll play with more women then.”

“Fine. Just go.” Andria sighed as Atton went off again. Andria sat down a table and ordered a drink of juma juice. She drank one cup after another as she watched Atton work out his charm.

“That’s it, Atton! I had it with you! *hic*” Andria stood up in her chair and walked over to Atton. “I had it with your dumb Pazaak games and your lecherous flirting!”

“You’re drunk, babe.” Atton stood up in his chair.

“I am sooo not drunk!” Andria slurred. “How dare you hit on ladies behind my back, you pervy scoundrel!”

Atton just only stood back to smirk at her.

“You’re laughing at me aren’t you? Do I amuse you?” Andria put her hands on her hips.

Atton laughed. “No.”

“You think you are so hot, don’t you?”

“Yeah, all the time.”

Andria fought the urge to throw up. ”I think you’re cute.”  She pressed herself against Atton, giggling. “Atton, let’s forget about all the others.”

“Huh? What are you talking about?”

“I’m so sick of that annoying Mical, Bao-Dur, a pesky droid are just company. But add two blind hags is definity a crowd. Let’s leave them. Come on, we’ll defeat the Sith Lords and find the Jedi Masters ourselves,” Andria looked at Atton. “Okay?”

Andria gazed into Atton’s eyes and kissed him. Atton’s eyes grew wide in surpise.

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“You’re alive. Did… did I save you, yet?” Atton said as his eyes flutter open and searching Andria’s face. “Your eyes… that bad, huh? Always was ugly. Now the outside matches.” He turned his head over to the side and coughed out blood.

“Atton, please don’t talk. Save your energy. Look, I’m going to use the Force to save you and to stop the bleeding.” She said placing her hands on his wounds and focusing all her remaining Force powers on Atton to heal the injuries.

Atton didn’t seem to be paying attention. “…Was waiting for this but it’s not fair… let you down… was suppose to save you.” He struggled to say.

“Atton, my love, you did save me and I’m saving you right now to return the favor.” She tried to smile for Atton’s sake but more tears dropped. 

“I was tired of living anyway. Too many deaths… never told you… lied to you.” He tossed to one side, rolling off Andria’s lap. “I don’t want you to see me like this. I don’t want to die in front of you. C-can’t bear it.” He coughed up more blood.

“Don’t move, you’ll reopen up your wounds and cause more blood to spill.” She placed him on her lap. “I forgaved you for your past already, Atton. I love you and I always will.” She held his face with her hands and lower her head down to kiss him and he responded back. “The bleeding has stopped now.”

“I’m glad,” He said weakly as he touched Andria’s face with his remaining, bloody left hand leaving a imprint. “You are… so… beautiful… Andria.” He said admiralby as he stroke her cheek. Andria clasped his hand between hers, gingerly kissing his palm. “…Loved you from the first moment I saw you. Thought you were a dream.” He stopped to cough. “…Meant every word, try to play it off as a joke. W-wasn’t funny. An-Andria?”

“I’m still here, Atton. I’ll stay at your side,” Andria said sadly as she felt Atton’s life begining to slip away.

“I-I have a joke…. have to tell you. Come closer.” Andria placed her ear near his mouth, she could barely hear him make out the words. ”I feel kinda h-holey right now. Get it? Holy, holey.” He started to grin slightly and laugh weakly but coughed violently.

At first, Andria smiled sweetly by the joke but went back to being concerned. Dread began to creep into her heart knowing the outcome. Atton is disappearing away from her life like a faded out holo. “Atton? Atton! Please don’t leave me. Stay with me a little bit longer. Don’t leave me alone, I love you!” She felt Atton’s life slipping even further.

“Heh,heh… hurts when I laugh… H-hurts…” Atton said faintly.

“No!” Andria stirred quickly from her sleep. She found herself in the starboard cabin on the Ebon Hawk. She was still dressed in her Dancer’s Outfit. As she tried to sit up, she felt a slight pain in her head.

“Great. I have a hangover. What happened to me? What was that strange dream?”

“Good to see you awake at last, Andria,” Mical said concerned. “Why were you screaming?”

“I had a bad dream,” Andria strugged. “What happened?”

“Atton carried here on the Hawk and said you got drunk from drinking juma juice. You have been slipping in and out of sleep for a couple of days.”

Andria stood up. “Where is Atton?”

“He’s in the cockpit as usual. Should you be standing up? Do you think you should get dressed first?”

“No time. I need to make sure my nightmare hasn’t come true.” Andria walked out of the room.

“I can’t believe this! This droid is cleaning me out of my credits!” Atton was playing Pazaak with T3-M4 and was losing terribly.

T3 asked Atton if he wants to play again.

“For the last time, no. I’m done playing Pazaak with you. I’m going to look for some other drunk chump to play with.”

“Hey could you guys keep it down? I just woke up from a bad hangover.” Andria groaned loudly.

“Yeah, keep it down, trash compactor.” Atton told T3.

T3 beeped sadly in annoyance.

“Look, it’s your irritating ‘deets’ and ‘dee-deets’ that can be heard all over the damn ship, all right?”

“Don’t worry T3, if Atton seems mean to you, it means he cares.” Andria said.

T3 beeped again before returning to the repairs of the ship.

“So,” Atton turned to Andria. “Are you feeling any better?”

“Yes, thanks for asking.” She hugged him. It was just a dream after all.

“That’s good. Do you want to play Pazaak with me? My deck is ready but most of my credits are gone thanks to that stupid droid.”

“No thanks. I think Pazaak is the reason I got drunk in the first place.”

“That’s not true. You drank juma juice while I was playing Pazaak,” Atton reshuffled his deck before putting it away. “You were jealous, weren’t you?’

“I was not! How can you assume that?”

“Come on, I know you. You’re not fooling anyone with the innocent act.” Atton stepped closer to Andria as she backed herself to a wall. “I know you like me.”

“I do not!” Andria tried to slap him but he grabbed her hand. “You’re trembling, Andria.”

“Am not!” She protested.

“Are too.”

“Am n-” Atton interupted her by kissing her.

 

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Do not ask me why I wrote this. I think I was high on too chocolate to care. Yep, I think I’m going to burn now. Anyway, this story is pretty stupid. Okay my reason was I wrote it because I can.

I’m going to get started on Bonds of Fate: Jedi Exile real soon when I have time and some idea on how should I start it. You’re welcome to offer me some if you like or you don’t have to.

 

 

 

 

 

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