Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic II - Infinite Possibilities/ Chapter One: Peragus II

In 3951 BBY, four years after Revan mysteriously vanished, her ship, the Ebon Hawk, entered the Peragus system with six passengers on board: two droids that  belonged to Revan, T3-M4 and a damaged HK-47, and there were two other droids, 3C-FD and an HK-50 assassin droid. Two humans, were on board as well: Revan herself, and an old woman, Revan being unconscious and the old woman apparently dead.

T3-M4 reactivated himself and took a look at his surroundings. The ship was heavily damaged. There was the dead old woman on the floor. Revan was badly injured. And the Ebon Hawk was headed straight towards the sun of the Peragus system.

T3 searched the ship hurriedly, looking for something to help repair the hyperdrive- and ended up bumping into a damaged 3C. T3 repaired the droid, only to get a rude response when 3C activated himself. "Dwoo-ow-bop!"

"Dweet?! Beep-whoo-wo!" T3 was offended by that. He explained in several beeps what the situation was and 3C immediately agreed to help. T3 and 3C managed to find the parts needed to fix the hyperdrive- only to run into an armed HK-50 droid.

"Statement: You will hand over those parts at once and will lead me to the target," HK-50 spoke, pointing his gun at 3C. T3 suddenly electrocuted the HK droid and took off to the hyperdrive, 3C trailing behind him. T3 hurriedly repaired the hyperdrive while 3C locked the door to the room the hyperdrive was in. A sudden whirring sound could be heard, much to their relief. But their job wasn't done yet. And that HK droid outside the hyperdrive room wasn't about to make it easy.

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"Wake up," a voice spoke in Revan's mind as she stirred. "Wake up, child. There is much to be done. Wake up."

"...Bastila...?" Revan suddenly found herself lying on the metallic floor, wet and cold. She coughed up some of the kolto liquid that she must've swallowed- evidently it didn't agree with her stomach. "...where am I...?"

Revan looked at her surroundings and sighed. It was one of those kolto tank rooms, apparently. Revan stood up and walked towards the door, frowning slightly. It was locked. But since her mind was reprogrammed to have the memories of a smuggler, she could deal with a locked door no problem. It was just a matter of hacking the door's computer.

The lock eventually gave a satisfying click and the door silently slid open. Revan looked to her left and noticed a room full of medical supplies. She'd need that. Thankfully the door wasn't locked and it slid open right away. Revan rummaged through the lockers, finding a few medpacs and antidote kits.

"They're really skimping on the medical supplies in this place..." She turned towards the room's and saw a morgue. "Maybe I'll find something useful in there... other than corpses."

She walked inside and searched the nearest body she saw- the body of that old woman who was on the Ebon Hawk. "Nothing valuable here."

Revan turned to search another body when a voice asked, "Do you not think it rude to search the body of someone who isn't quite dead yet?" Startled, Revan turned to see the old woman standing up. The woman continued with, "I would think it rude." _______________________________________________________________________________________

"Great, just great," Atton muttered to himself as he regained consciousness and saw he was in an energy cell. "I knew I shouldn't have trusted that Twi'lek dancer girl- her and her pretty head tails. I should have known that she'd get me into trouble." He sat down in his literally cramped cell, uncertain as to how to escape. "Just my lucky day." _______________________________________________________________________________________

"I thought you were dead!" Revan exclaimed, staring at the old woman.

"Who do you think helped you escape from that kolto tank?" the woman asked irritably. "You, or I?"

"You," Revan answered. "Your voice, I heard it when I was waking up and trying to get out of the tank. By the way... who are you?"

"No time for pleasantries. You may call me Kreia. Now, we must find our way out of here." Kreia paused briefly and then continued, "And I sense the presence of someone on board who may be willing to help us... in the meantime."