Before - Legends Prelude

Titlerelude
Timeframe:Shortly before Kotor 2
Characters:The Exile
Genre:Scy-fy

Prelude ​

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Meetra sat up in her bed,gasping for breath.Her body soaked in sweat,her limbs felt cold and numb,vision blurred by tears,mouth dry like the desert.
She put her hand on her chest and took a few deep breath to tame her abnormal heart rhythm.Only then,she recognized her hands were shaking.
She clenched her fists so hard,her nails bitten into her flesh.Then slowly,her body gave into control.

She hugged her knees,sitting like a small,lonely child in the dark.Her only company was the low,humming background noise of the ship,named Harbinger.
A ship that picked her up from a planet in the outer rim.They went to planet Onderon,originally but now heading to Telos IV on the orders of admiral Carth Onasi,a noted war hero of the Mandalorian and Jedi Civil Wars.

Now she is travelling under the status of a diplomatic passenger.She’s been told they need her help but little more.
After years of exile,gifted with such opportunity seemed so beautiful.Too beautiful in fact.At first she was happy when she heard it but that joy quickly turned in angst and fear.What are they want?How would they welcome her?Her history with the Jedi Order is troubled at best.After the Mandalorian wars,after Malachor V she became an outcast.
Because she had the guts to join Revan and fight for what is right,to fight for the innocents who lost their lives when the Mandalorians glassed entire planets.But after the war ended,after Malachor V she was the only one who came back to the order,to face their judgement,their fury.

She still remembered their faces.The frown and stern expression of Master Vrook,the concern on Master Kavar’s face.The fury of righteousness in Atris’ eyes.The rest?The rest seemed somewhat cold and distant.
She tried to convince them what they did was right.What they did was had to be done,otherwise the galaxy would talk mandalorian,now.
She believed it,she said the truth.But not the whole truth.It wasn’t only righteous indignation that led her action.There was something else there.

She was always looked on by many as someone mediocre.The the war happened.Perhaps that is what led her,truly.Perhaps she just wanted to prove herself to them,to herself.If so,did it worth it?Did it worth to send hundreds into their deaths on Dxun?Does in worth to activate the Mass Shadow generator and turn Malachor V into a graveyard?“Malachor.”She muttered the dreaded words.

Even after years she still saw the destruction in front of her eyes.still heard the scream.
Even now,she still suffered from nightmares,flashbacks of old battles.Most of them meshed together into one incoherent mess of massacres,in her mind.Scorched fields,broken bodies,the cacophony of war.Except one.Malachor V.

She remember that one last battle,clearly.How the lush,beautiful world turned into a cracked,twisted graveyard,how its orbit and atmosphere filled with thousands of fires,like candlelights,and in each candlelight there was a ship and in every ship there were people.Living beings,crushed by the gravitational anomalies.And that was the worst part.She remembered.

Since then.Since she deafened to the force.She felt empty,like there is a hole in her that cant be filled,a hunger that cannot be satisfied.A wound that never heals.

The mandalorians gifted her with lots of wounds,mementos carved in flesh.Did she hated them?A part oh her did,the other tried to convince her to don’t give into such emotions.But why not?Does it really matter now?

She wiped the tears from her eyes,brushed a lock of light brown hair from her cheek and got up from the bed.Her moves were heavy,her posture were bent.Then she headed to the nearby table and poured a glass of water.

The cabin was a standard issue type,common on the Hammerhead type ships.A pair of beds,a pair of couches,pair of tables,each with a computer console.

After she eased her thirst,she took a deep breath and straightened her back so she could wear the mask of dignity in a much more convincing manner.But in the end that is all it was.A mask.That’s all she had now.
But perhaps now she could find what she lost,long ago.Perhaps her exile was not the end of her story but a prelude to a new one.

The large magnetic door of her cabin sprung open.The sharp light hurt Meetra’s eyes at first but as her vision cleared,she was able to recognize the tall,grey,skeletal figure of the protocol droid.A new type,she met first,when she boarded the Harbinger.There was something strange and creepy in these type,though.

 

Excuse me I accidently put this into Before Saga,not Before Legends.Can a moderator change it?

 

I am only midway through KOTOR, but from the little I know about the backstory for KOTOR II, you have described Meetra's state of body and mind right. And the effect such an exile can have on one being is tremendous, let alone the effect it can have on somebody like her. A wonderful, well, prelude.

 

Thank you very much.The Exile is one of my favorite,and in my opinion,overlooked character of the SW universe.It was really engaging to write about her.