Knights of the Old Republic: Turncoat's Shadow

Siri's Personal Log

It’s been a few days since we left Iridonia. I’m not usually one for moral causes and doing good deeds just for the hell of it but I actually enjoyed helping that Zabrak community. Maybe I’m just biased because I’m the same species but it all turned out well for everyone. The people—especially the children)—got the aid and peace that they desperately needed, and we got credits and drinks in the end. Mission accomplished. As a side note, the Zabrak leader Rulio Otwyr seems interested in seeing me again. I may be back there sometime.

While in Iridonia we picked up another teammate. A human by the name of Orus Calad. I think he’s a noble of some kind, and seems like an alright guy, although a bit guarded. I don’t know too much about him yet but I’m sure we’ll get better acquainted during our travels.

Currently, we’re on en route to the Bothan Homeworld Bothawui to get Kal some medical attention. I don’t know what’s wrong with him but the sooner we get to Bothawui, the better. Crazy thing happened with him yesterday. Mosde and I were on our eighth straight game of dejarik aboard the Osprey when Abi runs past us in her skivvies. Nothing I haven’t seen before but she looked pretty upset, and we heard a loud skirmish in the med bay. Kal had woken up and starting attacking everyone he saw, including Emdee-Twenty. We finally managed to subdue him, and he is currently restrained and under guard. Mosde wanted to kill him and I’m not completely opposed to blowing him out the airlock to ensure the safety of my crew but Pafor is very adamant about delivering Kal home safely. I just really don’t want any more fights aboard my ship. With any luck we’ll make it to Bothawui without further incident.

Forad's Thoughts

I’m unconscious in a kolta tank.

Master always said that I would most likly spend a great amount of time in these should I ever leave the academy.

Why did I rush in like that? No I know the answer to that.

She was performing some strange ritual on Kal and I had to stop it. I failed though.

Wryme has a history with her, but I dare not ask. I can’t let him confront her.

Master never trained me to combat those that would use the force in such a way. I must be ready next time.

I can still feel how the power burned at me. It was so strong…no!

That is the easy path that only leads to destruction. I must stand against that power.

I have been though, and I only end up in these tanks because of it. Why should I keep…

They are rejoicing and this sensation through the force. I shall confront Master Raka when we meet.

Wryme: Persona

Why did I take it? I don’t care about Mandalorians, or their symbols, only what I can learn from them. I have been learning a great deal from Kindo, at least. How he moves in his armor, his brazen approach to the fight. His techniques meld well with my own, and our aggression has carried us through fight after fight. Enemies continue to be surprised at the crew’s ferocity.

The Mandos consider their armor a second skin. The face plate or helmet, then, is their face. Is that their true face, the one they wear into battle? Do they consider themselves to be different people on and off the battlefield? This one’s face of war was white. Except for the visor, it is just like my old mask, a rounded white plane of anonymity. Maybe that’s why I took it.

It does remind me of my first kill. I was 14, maybe younger. Collapsed some Senator’s lungs with a combination of snap-punches. Took the schutta underneath him a few seconds to realize the man was suffocating and not just finishing, but I was gone. I was scared, but I felt empowered. I took that mask off a long time ago. Now I wear a new one, lying to these people who seem to trust me. I’m not even sure what I look like under this one, myself.

Optical Recording 0001

/Begin Recording

It’s been a long time since I considered myself a Republic Soldier. I’ve gotten rusty, but over the last couple weeks the training has trickled back. So has the loyalty. Except for the fact that I’ve become enamored with one of The Enemy. Sometimes I wonder what I’m doing, and others I’d just like to get him out of that armor and…it’s been a long time for that, too.

An-y-way…it was nice to come home and see uncle Valsir and Yunta. Getting her out of potential trouble reminded me of old times. I don’t know what she was thinking marrying that creep, but hey- look at me! I guess the heart can’t be trusted sometimes. Hopefully my visit did more good than harm. This time, the troubles of the galaxy got a little too close to home (literally).

Now we’re on Iridonia- seems like we’re on a new planet every week, which kind of reminds me of how it was in the Corps: keeping moving means never having to think too hard about what’s going on. I wonder what Siri’s thinking about visiting her people’s homeworld for the first time. I should probably tell her about Kindo- I hope she won’t be upset. She is still my best friend after all.

As for Wryme and Forad: I hope those two monks can keep from killing each other long enough to work things out. I never knew members of that order could have such disparate ways of approaching problems.

/End Recording

What do you think, MD: would Kindy appreciate this boost-control gauge? I’m sure I could install it in his jetpack if I could get the carbon-scoring off…

/madam is…pleasing/


Pretty much my life currently.
I would never have expected to be in the company of such a crew as this. Wryme seems the only one with a battle lust like mine; Everyone else seems to seek other avenues of passage, however I feel Wryme takes it too far. So I’m weighed with one extreme to the other.
Since becoming a bounty hunter I have honored the code, but my Mandalorian blood still flows strong in my veins. I still wish to go forth with my brothers and take what we deserve. For being strong, and true, and… I’m at war with myself sometimes. I don’t think I can ever reach peace like that Jedi Forad.
Jedi… Such a deep term. There is much knowledge there, this much I know. And even with all that I don’t, our goals somehow always revolve around it. It almost seems all of life revolves around it at this point. “The Force,” they call it. It’s creepy.
With all of my training and practice, I try to develop a tactic to apply to all situations. But I always have to change, become better, stronger, more hardened to the facts of this life. These are dark days indeed. Many battles to be fought and won…
Much glory to be had and shared.

As it is, Abi and I have something. Not sure what. I haven’t had a relationship in…. A very long time. Not sure If I can manage it.
We just landed on the Zabrak homeworld. Totally desolate, covered in roaming bands of thieves just trying to live. We have been sent with supplies to take care of a General we now know to be dead, so we have a decision to make. Possibly the hardest so far. I feel we should meet with all the other clans in order to see who’s in the most need… One of them is a clan of Mandalorians… I hate charity work because of shit like this.

On a brighter note, my armory has since been increasing in size. I now own an Arcadian heavy pistol. And I’ve finally found something I had since lost. Armor. It is not mine, nor is it the best. But it does its work well and it was won in battle, as it should be. I still seek my true armor, but that seems like it will take some time. And I shall wait.

End Transmission.

Siri's Thoughts

“It’s an energy field created by all living things. It surrounds us, penetrates us, and binds the galaxy together.” The Force. I don’t really understand it, and I never gave much thought to it until now. But when all is quiet, and I take the time to concentrate, I can feel it. The Jedi lifestyle really isn’t for me, but after spending some time at the Jedi temple on Ryloth, I feel I should be careful how I use my gift. I can see the danger in abusing this power. I see what Pafor and Mosade can do. You could hurt or help a whole lot of people with power like that. . . . .

On a more relevant note, we’re now on our way to Iridonia. I’ve never been there, just heard stories about where my people come from. I’ve often thought about going there. Now that I got the chance, I’m not sure what to expect. I admit I’m excited about visiting the planet, although apprehensive. It would be nice to be around other Zabrak, but I imagine that the Iridonian Zabraks are different than the few that live on Nar Shaddaa. Well, I hope all goes according to plan, but at the same time I’m pretty sure we’ll run into trouble because we always do. In this line of work, it’s not surprising. You just have to be ready for anything.

Chapter 3 - Blood is Thicker than Spice

The crew of the Osprey have touched down on Ryloth, in Abi Gatto’s hometown of L’Braal. It’s not much of a city, maybe 50,000, but remote enough to vanish from the Exchange for a while. Figuring the best to place to hide is right under the enemy’s nose, Abi reluctantly gives into the situation and contacts her uncle for permission to land.

Immediately upon entering orbit, the Osprey receives a hail from Abi’s ditzy cousin, Yunta. Her excitement at seeing Abi again is palpable, as is her disdain with the situation at home. Apparently, she’s engaged to be married to a Devaronian, a particularly dangerous Devaronian named Wojo. Abi doesn’t like the smell of this for one moment, and insists on making investigating her cousin’s fiancee her first priority. Right after she fixes everything on the Osprey as well as every single malfunctioning thing in her uncle’s home, of course.

While Abi’s busy with both her family and everything around her with circuits falling apart, the others head into town to see what they can learn about Le’Braal and Wojo, as well as ponder their next move. It’s quickly noticeable that not a single female Twi’lek walks the streets alone during the day. News of disappearances are rampant, and Mayor Jerool has ordered a quarantine ordering any women and girls to remain inside at night and never leave home alone. Some believe there’s slavers to blame for this.

Siri, Wryme, and Kindo prefer to mingle around with the traders and star-pilots, and after enough discreet questioning of the locals, learn that Le’Braal is a city deep in the pockets of the Exchange. Rumor has it a new source of Ryll spice was in Nightland outskirts east of town, and the Exchange has been trying to force the villagers off the land for months.

Forad senses another Jedi in the city and seeks him out for answers. He finds a remote Jedi temple on the edge of the eastern side of town, left in near-ruin. In its garden is a lone Twi’lek, long both in years and lekku, deep in meditation. He introduces himself as Deel, without rising, and then tells of a vision where he saw himself training a Padawan again, something he had sworn never to do. He also warns Forad of an impending shadow in the Nightlands just beyond the city that may answer more of his questions. After a brief meditation, Forad senses it too and immediately runs off alone to find the source.

Meanwhile, Wryme’s mind still wraught by visions of his former partner Tiana, and he feels her presence ever closer. Altogether bored with questioning the locals, the adept does what best distracts him from his fury and confusion: he goes looking for a fight. Wojo now owns and operates Le’Braal’s largest cantina, and with the help of a little lobbying, has managed to gain permission to host duels in an abandoned hangar across town. Wryme registers for an exhibition match, and the name Thaal Roan immediately appears as his opponent. The bounty hunters have found them.

Forad’s journey into frigid crystalline the Nightlands is treacherous. The Padawan narrowly avoids becoming lunch for gutkurrs before seeking refuge in a cavern that goes far deeper than he expected. He follows a tunnel, keeping the dark aura within his Force Sight until the tunnel suddenly shifts from natural to manufactured, giving view to an enormous circular chamber containing a series of chemical processing vats, overseen by a number of service and security droids. It’s a spice plant. Just a few steps further in and the Jedi is greeted head on by a pair of rolling assault droids. He quickly deflects their blasts away, cuts through the blast doors and surges off to inform the others.

Wryme knows immediately what Forad has seen and after asking only “Where?” takes off at full, kilt, the bright yellow glow of his saber blade the only trail behind him. The others make haste to keep up with him.

After dispatching a few gutkurrs, the crew follows Wryme and Forad into to the caves leading to the spice factory, which upon further exploration, also seems to serve as a transport facility for slaves as well as contraband. Abi attempts to remotely gain access to the guard turrets, ordering them to fire upon the spice vats, and within seconds, pandemonium ensues. Siri and Abi run off to free the slaves, while Kindo and the Jedi keep the droids busy. This is when Tiana, now Darth Secla, descends from the command center, finally revealing herself as the driving force behind Le’Braal’s corruption, and the face in Wryme’s persistent visions. Her attempts to sway Wryme to her side again this time fail, however, and a vicious duel erupts between her, Wryme, and Forad. True to his own fashion, Kindo swoops in with his rocket pack and with a quick blast of carbonite, brings the duel to an abrupt halt. Wryme raises his saber to cut his former partner’s frozen husk into shards, only to watch her crumble to dust before his eyes, and flow away with the rest of the spice, leaving only her own saber behind.

After this incident, many days of aftermath follow. Wojo’s connection to Darth Secla and the spice trade is exposed, and he quickly skips town, leaving no discernable trail behind. Yunta’s wedding is off, and Valsir Gatto is named new mayor of Le’Braal. During his inauguration ceremony, however, the Exchange decides to strike back. A thermal detonator blows up center stage around Valsir, with a heavy droid strike force hot on its heels, blasting everyone in sight and laying seige to the Gatto estate. During the melee, Thaal and Niko seize their chance to capture the crew, but fail, the Rodian taken prisoner by Forad and the Kel Dor beheaded by Wryme.

Valsir Gatto and the stationed Republic officers have their hands full rebuilding Le’Braal, and what has happened in this small town on Twilek Prime will not go forgotten any more than it will remain secret.

Abi has found a new sense of purpose from this experience, learning that no matter how much she travels, there is only one home, and no home is safe from war, no matter where it rages in the galaxy.

Doesn't Make Sense
Wryme Mosde

We encountered her. Tiana is calling herself “Darth Secla” now. I guess she must have found more Sith artifacts, or she’s gone completely insane. We swore we’d never let Sith knowledge consume our identities. We were supposed to learn everything about the Force, not just the lies of the Jedi, Sith, and Seyugi. She was helping drug peddlers, too. What happened to the beautiful woman I used to look up to? How could she simply lose her lust for knowledge? I have to find out. I have to keep hunting her.

Thaal and Niko

So Viggo’s got me flying around with Thaal Roan of all people, looking for that Zabrak girl and her crew so he can save his own face. I don’t see what the big deal is, really—Viggo loses ships all the time. It’s not worth the price he put on that girl’s spiny head, if you ask me. And it’s certainly not worth sending me out alongside this snout-clog of a partner.

I mean, seriously—we’re thirteen hours out of Hutt space already, and I swear I’ve never been so bored. I’ve been on long space trips before—that flight from Rodia to Taris, for example. Now that was a stretch. But at least there were some interesting characters on that transport, some even willing to lose a few pazaak hands to me, or share a couple of good hunting stories…but this guy? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. So I couldn’t take it anymore. Just a bit ago I gave it my best to get Thaal to open up. It went something like this:

“Hey, Thaal, since we’re headed to Ryloth anyway, we should take in some of the local entertainment. I know this place by the Floating Rock Gardens, lovely dancers…those Twi’leks really know how to move…don’t they?”


“Yeah, they could show the Rodian girls a few thing or two. I don’t know, I’ve never looked outside my own species myself, eyes are too small for my liking. But Rodian girls can be really pushy sometimes. Ever know a woman like that, Thaal?”


“Kinda like this Iridonian we’re looking for. I know she’s our bounty and all, but you know what, she’s kinda cute as long as you don’t look at her face. We know where they’re going, and since we had that droid bumble up the ship’s systems, we also know they won’t be going anywhere for a while…so I figured we might have time to kill…you know, maybe take in a swoop race, some juma juice, throw a couple credits at some slave girls, you know…maybe enjoy ourselves a little?”


“Oh come on, Thaal, would it kill you to say something?”

Thaal: “No. Now shut up and fly.”

See what I have to work with, here? Can’t wait until this job is over.

New gun

So I have apparently been made pilot of our newly “acquired” ship Obsidian Osprey. Found a new gun in one of the supply crates. A pristine condition blaster carbine with autofire capabilities. Very nice.
Current opinion of new crew mates: Abi does magic with a toolkit, quick tempered but likable nonetheless.
Wryme is a sketchy individual. Claiming title of Jedi, yet playing with the rules of light and dark like they’re flexible to his will. Definitely don’t want to be found on the far end of that saber.
Siri seems to have her own agenda, despite a common goal. Makes her a difficult partner, but she gets the job done either way.
Finally, Forad, AKA Beacon of all that is righteous…. He makes me feel awkward, like whenever I walk into a church. Something about my job as a bounty hunter conflicting with the guilt that he makes EVERYONE FEEL ABOUT EVERYTHING. He’s just got a “Holier than thou” mentality that drives me crazy. Oh well. He’s effective in and out of battle so as far as that goes I have no complaints.
Not sure what our next step is. I’m just pulling creds and trying to get on as best I can. Maybe I can find some armor sooner or later.
Transmission End.


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