Reminiscence
Author’s Notes: A few months since my last post, and I’ve had some ideas circling through my head since I began playing KOTOR again this year, and even before. I finally decided to pour some out into a fanfiction. The cast is very small, not enormous like in my previous stories. Also excluded is the infamous Ravenstrike because I have different plans for him that do not currently lie within my fanfictions at the moment. I must also note that it has nothing to do with the storyline I have used continuously since I first introduced Ravenstrike. But, anyways, here is my latest story: Reminiscence.
Carth lie in bed, tossing and turning. He was being plagued by memories of the past. The deceptions, betrayals, triumphs, and friendships. The memories were coming back to him so rapidly that he soon found himself unable to sleep. Getting out of bed, he checked the time. Midnight, he thought to himself. He could remember all of his journeys with Arden and the rest of the Ebon Hawk’s crew during the Jedi Civil War. He remembered the attack on the Endar Spire, the experience on Taris, the search for the Star Maps, and the defeat of Darth Malak. Arden sure was headstrong, but he knew what he was doing. He may have been cocky and overzealous at times, but the important part is that he always did what needed to be done. Carth rubbed his eyes, still a bit groggy from what little sleep he had gotten and began to remember the experiences of the great journey he had been on.
The next morning, the smell of smoke was burning Mission Vao’s nose, and she immediately leapt out of bed to check out what was going on. Into the kitchen she went, searching for the source of the smell. “Damn,” she started, “I can’t find where the smell is coming from!” She didn’t have to look much farther, however. One of her smoke grenades, which had been on the counter, had rolled off a few minutes earlier and been set off by the impact. Deactivating the grenade, she suddenly found herself thinking of many things: Meeting Arden and Carth on Taris, dealing with its destruction, and the rest of the journey that she soon found herself going on. She smiled and said, “Good times, good times…” She missed her friends dearly and wondered how they were doing.
Atton and Norris were on the Ebon Hawk. They were headed to Nar Shaddaa to see how things had been playing out since they had last been there. Atton couldn’t believe it had all happened: Being put in a force cage on the Peragus mining facility, winding up on Telos, looking for the “lost” Jedi Masters, and going to Malachor V. I’m lucky to have escaped Sion with more than just shaken nerves, he thought to himself. Norris was also thinking of things passed, but they were about what she had encountered in the Unknown Regions. She remembered fighting some of the True Sith on Groiorg and finding ancient Sith artifacts within its ruins. She wondered how her companions were all doing: Mira, HK, T3, Visas, Bao-Dur, G0-T0, Mandalore, and Mical. She really missed Mical, even though their relationship was purely platonic. She missed all of them, for that matter.
Bastila, now a Jedi Master in the High Jedi Council on Coruscant, had some troubles on her mind. She had begun to doubt her skills as a Master, and she couldn’t shake her feelings of love away. “Jedi are forbidden to feel love,” she reminded herself time and again. But, she couldn’t help herself. She longed to see Arden again, to have him hold her in his arms, and feel safe. “I wonder if he even thinks of me anymore,” she said solemnly. She loved him because of who he was, not because he was powerful or good-looking. No, she loved him for his personailty and how he cared for others and put their safety before his own. “Before he left, he told me that he would soon return, and he loved me. I’m beginning to wonder if he meant the first part…” she said silently. As she continued to think about him, she also got back to the task at hand: Dealing with a mischievous Padawan that had gotten himself in an enormous amount of trouble.
Mandalore, who was back on Dxun, was remembering all of the great battles he had fought, as both Canderous Ordo and Mandalore. He remembered how he had been a great soldier in the Mandalorian Wars. He remembered how he had been reduced to working as a mercenary for the now-deceased Davik Kang. He then thought of the man whose strength he admired the most: Arden Slyk. He liked how Arden had known what to do in each battle, and that he did it quickly, decisively, and without a second thought. He was warrior worthy of Mandalorian respect, which is not something the ordinary warrior is, he thought. Mandalore wondered where Arden now wandered. He obeyed what Arden had told him because of his deep respect for the Jedi warrior, and this respect couldn’t be broken, not even in death. Kelborn soon called Mandalore over to show him something that had appeared on the radar and he decided to save his memories for another time.
“Carth, I would like you stay to keep the Republic strong in my absence.”
“Mission, take care of yourself–and Zaalbar, too.”
“Bastila, I love you. And I promise that I’ll return to you soon.”
“Canderous, listen to me. I need you to become the new Mandalore and unite the scattered Mandalorian clans.”
–Arden Slyk
“Atton, remember: Though I must leave you now, you will always remain in my mind. I love you, and don’t you ever forget that.”
“Goodbye, my friends. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
–Norris Ossus
Looking back on this…
I can honestly say that my skills as a writer have grown VASTLY since I wrote this. I dunno why I’m even bothering to comment on this, because nobody’s going to see it. Guess it just feels good to finally admit that I could always improve my writing skills.