For fourteen years after the JEDI EXILE defeated DARTH TRAYA
upon Malachor V, the TRUE SITH have watched and waited. Hidden
within their secret empire, they feel it is finally time to strike. Dare
they risk open war? They are strong, but can they overcome the JEDI?

Even though the EXILE has passed away, there may still be hope for
the Order and galaxy. More Force-sensitive students are being trained
every day, and with the TRUE SITH threat emerging, the JEDI will
need all the help they can get. TYSY, a young Padawan, seeks to do so...

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"Let us not weep for the Exile. Let us not mourn. He's finally at peace,
for as the Jedi Code tells us: There is no death; there is the Force."

"How can you say that, Mira?" wept the Echani lady, the Handmaiden.
"I loved him, and he was a wound in the Force itself. How can he be
at peace?" Tears were streaming down her pale ivory cheeks. "Not
only is he gone, but his ship--our ship, the Ebon Hawk, is in ruins!"

"I understand," Mira said, "yet he was not so much of a wound as
a catalyst in the Force that could change it. He could not only cause
harmful 'echoes', as that Sith Lord taught him, but cause his good
actions to reverberate throughout the galaxy. Like ripples," she explained.

Atton Rand tried to smile. "Hey. Enough with the weepy stuff. I g--"
He felt his chest heave with sudden sobs. "I gotta train some more."
He stepped forward and embraced Mira and the Handmaiden together.

Tysy, a shy young Padawan with no surname yet, stepped forward.

"Masters?" she whispered humbly. "Is there anything I can do?"

"Please go and check on the Ebon Hawk," Mira told her. "See if
she's still smoldering. The Exile had a pretty bad--crash, Tysy."

The Padawan nodded. She obeyed the red-maned Master, and
to her relief, the vessel of both Revan and the Exile no longer smoked.

HK-47 stepped out of the Ebon Hawk's loading ramp, with T3-M4 trailing behind him.

"Query: How many meatbags does it take to land a ship?"

T3-M4 whirred and beeped a little, slamming into Hk-47, making a large clunking noise.

"Apology: One, who was a brave, brave meatbag," he spoke, turning and walking to the croud.

Tysy noticed the two droids. "Huh? Where did you two come from?
Were you with the Exile?" She raised a curious eyebrow. They certainly
looked burnt from the wreckage, but they were otherwise intact.

"Hesitant Answer: ...Yes. It was a rather.. enlightening experience. To say the least," he said, stopping and trying to scrape off a piece of black shell.

Bastilla had seen the Exile and knew that he had gone to search for Revan. Her heart ached to learn what had happened to his fate so she had been wandering the systems near the Outer Rim trying to keep up with the Exile. She finally caught up with the Exile and learnt of the fate of the Ebon Hawk, the ship that got them through Taris and the war with Malak. She landed the fighter ship she had commandeered from Carth and saw a group of people standing around a red-maned one, a fool, an Echani sister and to her surprised eyes, a blind one, a Miraluka. She was hestitant about approaching but she had to know what the Exile had known. Repeating the Jedi Code to herself, she approached the red-maned one and asked, "Do you know of the Exile?"

"Whats going on here?" Asked a blue twi'lek his human partner as they passed through the jedi enclave. They were both carring a very large sack through the enclave towards the landing pad.
"Appartently, Zeek, a funeral. Some guy who was kicked out of the enclave and saved the galaxy died looking for someone" Replied the human companion.
"Why is it always jedi who save the galaxy? Why not, for a change, non-force user save the galaxy?" Complaint the twi'lek.
"Because it would go to the persons head too much. All I'm worried about right now is that I get my pay and make sure those miners on that astroid don't run out of bird seeds." Replied the human.
"Errm Fin... It's called grain" Corrected Zeek.
"Whatever..." The two men then entered the landing pad and saw the ebon hawk "What on earth happened to her?"
"My guess, pirates!"
"You blame everything on pirates!"
"It usually is. I wonder if they'de be willing to sell it to us. We really need to stock up on ship parts" said Zeek as they moved closer to their transport.

Mira nodded sadly at Bastila Shan. "He is dead. He passed away in the crash
of the Ebon Hawk." Fearing she'd been rather blunt for the circumstances,
the former bounty hunter extended her hand and smiled slightly. "I'm Sentinel
Mira. We were just having his funeral, things being what they are." She gestured
toward the Enclave courtyard. "Come join us. We sure could use your support."

Meanwhile, Tysy noticed two men--one a human, one Twi'lek--approach the
Ebon Hawk. "Can I help you?" she asked, stepping toward the droids.
If either man attacked her, she knew she could use some help in a sudden duel.

"I surpose. There's three large bags of grain at the enterance to the enclave. Would you mind using your jedi powers to bring the bags here." asked the human
'What are you doing' Zeek wispered to his copanion.
"Dont wisper Zeek. It's rude" He replied and return to look at the young women asking to help "By the way, do you know if that hunk of junk is for sale?" He asked, refering to the Ebon Hawk

Bastilla rather shocked at the behavior replied, "I should think not. It is not a hunk of junk." She wasn't mad but rather sad that she had come so far to find the Exile dead and some part of her thought that she would never find her love.

This'll fetch a nice price on the market. Senyo thought to himself as he dismanteled one of the loose peices of what was left of the so-called Ebon Hawk. Or at least, what was left of it. Hopefully enough for me to get off this planet. It's so quiet here; like a derilect on Nar Shadaa. No wonder the Jedi love it so much.
He twisted another bolt, trying to jimmy the peice out of the crook in the hull, and dropped suddenly, dropping on his finger and cutting it against the sharp metal.
"Son of a bitch!" he said, more loudly than he had meant to. He quickly pulled his hand out, slipping the glove off and sucking on the bleeding finger. Gotta be more careful.

"Query: Mind if I tear off the organic's head worms? It would be most pleasurable." He said, walking next to Bastila.

He stopped, turning around. "Statement: My audio receptors are picking up rather.. vulgar language. I shall go inspect," he said, heading off in the man who was dismantling the Ebon Hawk's direction. He turned around once,

"Threat: I will be back, worm head."

Tysy had also heard the sudden cursing, and when she saw a man
with a bleeding hand, she could do nothing but run over to help. It
was her nature, which made her a good Jedi, though a vulnerable
and naive one. Padawans were usually that way, but Tysy more
than most. She cast her first rank of Heal upon the injured man.

"Are you all right, sir?" she asked. The bleeding on his finger ceased.

"Actually," Sentinel Mira said, turning toward the other man and his
Twi'lek companion, "I'll let you have it for free. If you can fix her,
you can have her. The Ebon Hawk is at least 20 years old,
and no ship that I know of that's THAT old is even spaceworthy."

She shook her head. "Tysy. Come. Let's leave the salvagers to their
work, and you and I go and sprinkle earth upon the Exile. Lay him to
rest." Tysy nodded, and she walked with Mira toward the gravesite.
"It's not like I know how to build or repair even new ships, anyway."

He walked back to the men, seeing as Tsyacha had that covered. He walked infront of Mira, pushing her aside.

"Threat: Touch that ship and your hands will be mutilated beyond comparison. Meatbags."

Revan woke up from a long sleep, and walked outside of the Ebon Hawk, where he saw Mira, Tysy, Bastila, and the rest. "Hello, what is going on? I don't remember much and I feel like years of my memory were lost, I even forgot some of your names. Or do I even know you?"

Bastilla was in full agreement, "Not mutilated HK-47 but rather disabled. I've searched for many years for the Ebon Hawk and I'm not about to have it plundered by a bunch of salavagers."

"Can someone tell me what's going on?" Revan shouted, feeling dizzy. There was something going on. HE sat down and closed his eyes.

"Are you all right, sir?"
Senyo leaped back as the woman approached him. Damn it! Me and my big mouth.
He clenched his fist as her palm glowed with a faint blue light, and he noticed his hand was no longer bleeding. Had she done that?
His expression darkened. Then she must be a Jedi. If there was one thing he hated most in the galaxy, it was Jedi.
His muscles tensed as he slid a foot back, putting his fists up. "Look, lady, I don't want no trouble," his said, his gaze never leaving her face.

"Uh..." Tysy quickly skittered over to sit down beside Revan on
one of the Jedi Enclave courtyard benches. "My name is Tysy. I
don't have a last name yet, but I won't until a Master calls me to
be their apprentice. I'm not a Jedi yet--just a Padawan. This is the
Jedi Enclave here on Dantooine, and the red-head over there is one
of my teachers, Sentinel Mira." She looked nervously at the man she
had healed. Would he try to attack her? Good thing Revan had appeared!

Mira nodded towards Revan by way of introduction. "Hey! You were in the
crash with the Exile, weren't you? I'm so sorry! The Exile--he passed away.
Come with us. You'll want to pay your last respects, if you're not too drained
from what just happened to you." Mira kicked herself silently. There I go
again, confusing the poor man who probably has amnesia. I always manage
to shoot my mouth off at exactly the WRONG time. Oh, Force, please help me!

Bastilla was surprised to see Revan emerge from the wreakage but she sensed that all was not right. She took a glance at Mira insulting herself and said gently, "There is time for that later. You need rest. I'm sure the masters at the enclave have a place for you." With a hand on his arm, she led Revan towards the enclave. Silently she was thinking that she had found him only to lose him again.

"Query: Is that you, Master?" He said, walking over to Revan.

"Exclamation: Oh joy! Oh happy day! Master has survived!"

"The exile, do you mean that person who found me on that one planet, trying to take me with him? And somehow I remember you." Revan pointed to Bastila. "It might have been a dream, but I remember us two stopping this evil sith lord who was on this huge thing called the star forge. And you, the droid. I remember you. The assassin droid?"

Tysy scratched her head. Assassin droid?! What on earth was an assassin
droid doing right smack in the middle of the Jedi Enclave? Not only that, but
was this man indeed the one who had helped to destroy the legendary Star
Forge? If so, then one of the greatest Force-users ever known sat by her...

"Are you...Darth Revan?" she whispered. "Except no longer a 'Darth?'"

Senyo watched as the group walked off. Perhaps they had forgotten about him? Well, all the better for him.
"Sorry, guys." he murmured, yanking a small laser cutter from his belt, "But this hunk of junk isn't going to get off the ground again. So, I don't see any reason not to dismantle it and sell it. Besides, now I can say that they once belonged to the famous Revan. Prices just went up."
Slicing away a few more salvagable items, Senyo voiced a sarcastic 'ta ta!' before disappearing behind his stealth shield. Home free.

"Revan, yes. But is this all true? About the star Forge? Did I really destroy it? WAs it all just a dream?"

Bastilla was hopeful with the response that Revan gave and said, "I was there on the Star Forge. I used my Battle Meditation to help the Republic fleet. You saved me."

Revan turned around. "GET AWAY FROM MY SHIP!" He suddenly realized alot of things and jumped up. "Touch it once, man, and you will be sorry." He turned at the now revealed Senyo

Senyo shuddered as his shield sputtered, and went out. Damn Force. he thought, figuring that was the only way he could have been forced out of stealth.
"Ah, screw you, old man. This thing's hardly a ship anymore. I doubt it'll fly even if you manage to repair it." Senyo hardly cared who he was speaking to. If Revan is as great as they all say he is, then let's see him try and stop me.

HK-47 turned and looked at the fleeing man. He pressed a button on his chestplate as a long beam of red light shot out, covering the man in an immobile shield.

"Query: Can I blast this thief? Oh please? Pretty please?"

Senyo tried to force his left foot, which was suspended in the air at the moment, down to touch the ground. He couldn't. Alright. I can't run. I can't fight. I think I'm officially screwed.

HK-47 walked towards the man, still powering up the shields. "Query: Thank you for the parts back, greasy one," he said, reaching through the crimson shield into the man's bag. He pulled out the parts and walked away, leaving the man suspended.

He walked to Revan, handing him the bag. "Statement: I suggest blasting the meatbag now to save you the trouble, Master."

"Hey! Give those back you bucket of bolts! It's not like you're gonna use 'em or anything! I need those to get off this damn planet!" Senyo was able to, miraculously, turn himself round so he was now facing the others. Though he found he was still suspended and still paralyzed. "And you can let me go while you're at it." he looked over the droid which, while still obviously functional, was also obviously out-of-date and battered. I got caught by that thing???

"Statement: Not a chance, meatbag. You stole, and you shall be punished for it. Severely," he said, looking at him again. "Query: Why *do* you need those off the planet so quickly anyway, greasy one?"

"None of your buisness, circuit brain." Senyo sneered, "Though I'm sure your Jedi masters would love to know as well. Screw you."
If he could have spat at them, the Scoundrel would have.

"Threat: I have ways of making you talk. Now, why would you want them off this planet? We can do this the easy way.. or the hard way, meatbag," he said, withdrawing a small hold-out blaster and tweaking the power down. To where it would sting, but not kill.

Tysy strode up to Senyo. "Let him go," she said firmly, an edge in her voice.
"Even though the late Exile helped things along by supporting the Khoonda
militia against a band of rogue mercenaries, things on Dantooine aren't perfect.
Lots of people want to get off, but they don't have the means to do so."

"He's a bandit," snarled Mira, "and he won't be getting away with stealing parts
off of what must be the most famous ship in the galaxy by now." She drew her
saber. "You're going straight to a Force Cage, as soon as I get you down."

Tysy's gut gave a wrench. "No, you won't." She quickly cast a slight version
of Force Breach, and the "parts pirate" landed unceremoniously in a heap.
"Run!" she cried. "It was just a stupid component, not the whole ship!
Not worth a Force cage, at least!" She noticed Mira glaring harshly at her.

Senyo rolled backwards, landing on the balls of his feet, a surprised look on his face. Did...did she just free me?
"Run!" she cried.
He needn't be told twice. He stood, pausing a moment to say, "Thanks." And with that, charged in a flat-out run. Not before nicking a hanging peice he had half-yanked earlier, of course.
First she heals me, then she frees me, directly disobeying her master. He cast a glance over his shoulder at the woman. What's with that?

"Threat: Jedi.. Jedi.. You should not have done that.. Jedi. He was my kill. And my protocols are still functional. I've killed many Jedi in my time.. And you definately won't be the last," he said, drawing out his two Zabrak Blaster Rifles, aiming them both at her. He fired a hail of lasers at her, the Jedi rolling perfectly out of the way and deflecting a few others, lightsaber drawn.

Before Tysy could duel him, however, her light green Consular's lightsaber
drawn, she froze, a Stasis statue. Sentinel Mira had indeed learned the
ways of the Force, and quite well. The red-haired spitfire strode boldly
up to Tysy, gently sliding the lightsaber hilt out of her right hand.

Tysy was not the only one affected by Stasis, however. HK was, too.

"Not so fast, droid," snapped Mira. "Or Tysy. You're coming with me."

After being released from Stasis, the young Jedi student found herself
being restrained with a Force collar behind Mira. She felt tired, drained.
"I can't believe this. I thought Briahna and I had taught you well enough
that you'd avoid aiding and abetting a thief, but we should have known
better. You should have known better, Padawan. Atton--advice here?"

"No Force Cage for her," said Atton Rand. "Exile, maybe. Of course, speaking
of the Exile, maybe we should give her a break. There was a funeral today,
you know." He ruffled his hand through his jet-black hair, putting it in place.

"Padawan or not," mused Briahna, also known as the Handmaiden, "we should
let her face the full consequences of her actions. Consider her an accessory."

Tysy raised her head. "Please--don't put me in a Force Cage--I'm sorry!"

"You are banished," Sentinel Mira said, "until such time as you have made full
restitution for the ship component that the thief you helped happened to steal.
Seven hundred credits, Tysy. I presume you don't have that much with you?"

Tysy shook her head sadly. "No. I accept exile, and I'll pay you back."

"Turn back toward the Light Side," said the Handmaiden, "through honest labor."

Tysy nodded, bowed low, and then turned to leave the Enclave.

"For this...I can give you around 550 credits."
"WHAT?" Senyo blared in the twi'lek merchant's face. "550 credits?! You have got to be kidding me! This is prime stuff!"
"I'm sorry, sir, but these items a rather out-of-date, and they aren't in the best shape. You're lucky that I'm giving you anything for them at all."
Senyo slapped his hand down on the counter. 550 credits was no where near where he expected. Nor was it near the amount needed to buy a ticket off the planet. But it was better than nothing.
"Fine, whatever. 550 it is."

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Senyo stolled out of the shop, the credits tucked safely away in his pocket. He figured that he might've cut it close, selling off the salvage so close to the Enclave, but he also thought that having the Masters chase after him was a stretch too. Not after that trainee had disobeyed direct orders.
Speak of the devil. he thought as he looked up. It was her, the woman who had helped him escape.
Biting his lip, and deciding against his better judgement, he jogged up to her. "Hey! Look...I hope I didn't get you into any trouble with...the Master guys."

"Hold on!" Revan said, "She does not need to be exiled. I sense evil from that decision. She might take the path to the Dark Side if not guided."

HK-47 broke free from the Stasis he was put in. He put away the weapons. "Mumbled statement: Stupid meatbag.." He said, heading back to the ship. "Weary Resignation: I will work on this ship, to try and see if it will be.. skybound again."

He walked up the loading ramp and into the ship. He stopped for a second and turned around. "Command: Come with me T3. Don't you know? Trash compactors always come first."

T3-M4 let out a few hesitant beeps and whirrs before walking inside before HK-47. He headed inside after the droid.

"HK47." Revan said, suddenly knowing his name. "DO you think my ship will be fixable? Do you need any help?"

"I did get in trouble," said Tysy humbly, "but to me, Sentinel Mira and
the others did not act like true Masters should in that situation. They
should have asked you why you wanted to get off Dantooine so badly,
and then they might have helped, depending on your reasons." The
young Padawan looked at the "parts pirate", her gaze bold yet friendly.

"I would rather have saved you and disobeyed my Masters than let them
put you in a Force cage. Certainly they should have known that there is
intent behind every true crime, and they needed to find out that intent.

"As for me, I am exiled, banished from the Enclave, until I can pay
back what that ship part was worth in full. I must find work, but I
don't know who on this planet would trust a Jedi again, after what
Darth Malak did to them. The past may be the past, but..."

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"Evil?" asked Sentinel Mira, turning to Revan. "What would you have
done? Let him go, set him free, as Tysy did, with the stolen parts?"

(P.S. Good night, everybody, and business trip tomorrow! :))

((Peace))

HK-47 turned back around. "Statement: Oh, that will not be necessary Master." He looked inside then back to Revan, " Statement: It needs a new hyperdrive, some new components.. the workbench was destroyed.. and the swoop bike demolished the.. garage," he said, listening to some beeps and whirrs from within the ship. "Weary Resignation: And the command console was destroyed in landing. Completely fixable.. but we just need some.. new material."

"Revan is correct. For an act of mercy can touch even the most hidden parts of a person," Bastilla tried to assuage Tysy. She had remembered what Revan did during their time together trying to stop Malak. Turning to Revan she said, "The ship can be repaired. T3 fixed it once before. He has been there ever since Taris. Maybe Tysy would like to help?"

"No, I wouldnt've. He is a criminal. He shouldntv'e gotten away with the parts, but if you exile this person, who has seemed to save my life. . . You are exiling Revan himself too!" Revan shouted and turned to Mira. "It's all or none." He said. "You're choice."

Mira nodded. "You are indeed right," she conceded, turning to Bastila. "I'll
send a message to my Padawan through the Force, and maybe we both can
forgive each other. That, after all, is the way of the Jedi." She closed her eyes.

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"Wait," Tysy said to the "parts pirate", Senyo. "Sentinel Mira--I feel her
presence within my mind. It's quite faint, but she says I am no longer exiled,
and she wants to know if I'd like to help rebuild the Ebon Hawk. My
repair skills aren't the best, but I can at least try and polish the components
that are still fixable. I'm also good at Computer Use, so maybe I can test the
command console once we're all done and ready to see if she'll fly again."

A glad smile. "Come on! Mira says you're welcome to come along, if you'd like.
If the Hawk can fly again, maybe you'll have a chance of getting off
Dantooine. Maybe we all will, because I'm longing for a chance of scenery
myself." With a happy twirl, she began to walk back towards the Enclave.

(See you later, after my business trip!) :)

"Actually," Sentinel Mira said, turning toward the other man and his
Twi'lek companion, "I'll let you have it for free. If you can fix her,
you can have her. The Ebon Hawk is at least 20 years old,
and no ship that I know of that's THAT old is even spaceworthy."


After been given the Ebon Hawk, the two men checked the ship's inside out.
"I wonder when we'll face the catch" Said Fin to his partner."Think you can fix this?"
"Yep. It looks alot worse than it is, give me two days, three tops. What are we going to do with our transport?" Asked Zeek
"Give it back to Outer-rimm transports so we don't have to pay monthly. I still wouldn't mind knowing what our catch is."Fin
"We could take all the parts we need from our transport ship. We'll pay them back later. We should get a move on."Zeek.

Mira nodded. "You are indeed right," she conceded, turning to Bastila. "I'll
send a message to my Padawan through the Force, and maybe we both can
forgive each other. That, after all, is the way of the Jedi." She closed her eyes.

"That is the right thing. Revan and Jolee showed me that not all the Jedi were perfect. Revan you also showed that mercy does help people. Remember Mission's brother? Even though he was a scoundrel, you helped him. Often things like that are not lost on people. You told me about Mekel and how you convinced him to leave Korriban in spite of all the evil things he did. You saved me from myself. Do you remember?" Bastilla knew that Revan may be confused and gently prodded memories hoping that he would remember.

Senyo watched off after her, debating with himself. If he went back, it could be a trap and that red-headed schutta might try and lock him up. On the other hand, if the Jedi girl wasn't trying to trick him, and if they did manage to fix this Ebon Hawk, then perhaps he could get off this sleep-away planet.
A lot of 'if's. he thought to himself. He turned his back away from the Enclave, and proceeded down the path...then stopped, casting a look over his shoulder.
"Oh hell." he mumbled, and ran after her. I'm probably going to live to regret this.