Knights of the Shattered Republic

Knights of the Old Republic 2: Post Malachor V x Star Wars Episode VIII: The Last Jedi

Star Wars Legends x Star Wars Canon

The Sith threat has now been snuffed and peace has finally been brought to a fragile republic. The Jedi Exile, MEETRA SURIK, has decided to go to the Unknown Regions to find REVAN.

However, she needed to teach her students the ways of the force, roughing up edges, make them Jedi Masters. And finally, rebuild the JEDI ORDER anew before she leaves.

From their breather on CITADEL STATION, they bound towards the Unknown Regions and headed for the first Jedi temple ever built, AHCH-TO.

The hum of the hyperdrive resonated throughout Ebon Hawk, with the beeps of various computers on autopilot as they headed to Ahch-To. T3-M4's wheels are also heard as the droid checks numerous compartments in the ship, welding them as he sees any damage on it. He is a good droid to his previous owner, and now he still is. If there is one thing that he wanted in his databanks, is to be useful.

The droid headed towards the cargo hold and he hummed in a low tone, the Iridonian and his remote were not there. Even though it was weeks ago that happened, still the droid remembers what happened to him. Sure, he was apprehensive at first when the Iridonian tinkered with his databanks and adjusted numerous compartments but his tinkering proved magical for the utility droid.

His fate was sealed in Malachor V. He did not even say goodbye to his General, and that, Meetra lamented his loss. A great friend and the greatest mechanic she had ever known that not even the Exile could surpass the skills of the mechanic turned Jedi. Even in death, he served her as a loyal soldier, like the war never ended for him. And Malachor V was the only solution to his suffering after the war.

T3-M4 went to the cargo hold and he saw that it is empty. He grabbed a few lightsaber components from the cargo box and went ahead to the port dormitory.

There on the dormitory was a lone Jedi. Meetra Surik, the Jedi Exile. Her brunette hair stilled in time with the Force. Her features are that of the same during the Mandalorian Wars that even her apprentice, Mira the ex bounty hunter, saw her like she never aged a day. But oh did her mind did. Her experiences from the Mandalorian Wars and her exile made her into what she is now. From a Jedi General to Exile.

Still, after Malachor V, her journey is headed towards the unknown regions where Revan is supposed to be. Battling the Sith, the real sith.

She already met Bastila on Citadel Station, carrying a child that Revan bore with her. But she did not have any apprentices and is busy taking care of her child and evading the previous Sith threat. But she gave him his mask, hoping to see if Revan can finally remember all of his memories. However, this is her last trip in known space. Together as she completes the training of her apprentices, they, together with Bastila, will rebuild the Jedi order.

She sat on a meditative position as her lightsaber floated above, parts hovering as she focused on her crystal, the one that she gained from the Dantooine crystal caves. She remembered as Kreia spoke to her at that time. And she reflected on her words. Sure, the old Jedi, or Sith, or neither, betrayed her at the end but in her heart she pitied her. Brianna hated her along with Visas. Atton loathed her presence. But her? She respected her, even now as she reflected on her words, from their final confrontation in Malachor V.

The Lord of Betrayal stood ominously on the center of the Trayus Core. She bathed in a red glow with spires that looked like claws knawing the air. It felt wrong to be here, where she did the worst crime that she ever did. But her master had to be stopped. Whatever the Lord of Betrayal was doing, even if it is a person that she respected deeply, she needed to be stopped. Even as memories kept flooding back at her head, determination to stop her ruled over her fear.

She wanted to scold her friends for confronting Kreia when she freed them from the cells of Trayus Academy but she understood why they did it. She calmed her self and let Canderous lead them to safety. What she is nervous about is Atton. She explored the academy and he is nowhere to be found. Darth Sion said that he escaped, but where?

But her questions were snuffed when Darth Traya turned to her, "At last you have arrived, is Malachor as you remember?" She croaked.

"There is much I ask you." The Exile spoke to her.

"You no doubt have many questions. I would be a poor teacher if I did not give you the answers you seek here now." Meetra studied her. Her position is open like they were in Ebon Hawk when they are talking. Even know Kreia or Darth Traya is teaching her from master to a student.

The first thing on her mind is Atris. The Jedi Historian fell because of her words. Kreia's words ring true as even the Exile's words were enough to avoid petty squabbles, which helped her on Nar Shaddaa. "What did you make Atris fall?"

"Fall?" Traya said almost mockingly, "She already fell before we arrived, she already destroyed herself. I merely stripped away the illusion and brought her truth. That her teachings could not be allowed to continue. And like Malachor, she is part of your past, unresolved. She needed to be something that you can confront and defeat one last time."

"It was part of your training. Part of what was needed to make you complete. And there must always be a Darth Traya. The galaxy needs its betrayers especially in times to come. She loved you, you know? As one loves a champion. You were all that she could not be."

Those words resonated through her mind. Atris loved her? Her? A council member loved her? They were close friends before the Mandalorian Wars but she still vividly remembered how livid Atris was during her trial in Coruscant. Saying that she needed to die and this place should've been her grave. But a Jedi Master loving her? "I had thought she had nothing but contempt for me now." She whispered but Traya heard her and smiled.

"Yes... it is all that is left unsaid upon which tragedies are built. More echoes traveling through the force."

"But... why have you done this?" Meetra spoke in an almost pleading way. She wanted a reason for her betrayal.

Darth Traya gladly anticipated that question, brewing in her mind to finally say these words, "It is said that the Force has a will, it has a destiny for us all. I wield it, but it uses us all, and that is abhorrent to me. Because I hate the Force. I hate that it seems to have a will, that it would control us to achieve some measure of balance, when countless lives are lost. But in you... I see the potential to see the Force die, to turn away from its will. And that is what pleases me. You are beautiful to me, exile. A dead spot in the Force, an emptiness in which its will might be denied."

"If you hate the force why use it?"

"I use it as I would use a poison, and in the hopes of understanding it, I will learn the way to kill it. But perhaps these are the excuses of an old woman who has grown to rely on a thing she despises."

Meetra's eyes squinted in disgust. "So you used me."

This time, Traya's mouth didn't smile and wore a frown. Almost to a form of regret. "Yes, always. From the moment you awoke, I have used you. I have used you so that you might become strong, stronger than I. I used your death to deceive the Sith, to make them believe they had won, so they would turn on each other. And I used you to make those who wounded me reveal themselves, so they could be killed by the Republic."

"I used you to keep the Lords of the Sith from condemning the galaxy to death with their power unchecked. I used you to lure them to Telos, where they could be, at last, fought and killed. I used you to reveal Atris' corruption so that her teachings could be ended before they began. I used you to gather the Jedi so they could be destroyed. And I used you to make those who wounded me reveal themselves, so they could be killed by the Republic."

"Why me?" Meetra quietly said.

In this, Kreia smiled, "Perhaps you were expecting some surprise, for me to reveal a secret that had eluded you, something that would change your perspective of events, shatter you to your core." She noticed her gaze despite the sith being blind, almost as if she is proud of her. "There is no great revelation, no great secret." Kreia paused.

"There is only you."

"Beep boop! Beep beep boop vooomm!"

Meetra's eyes widen as someone shook her from her reverie. She quickly assembled the lightsaber back together and saw who it is. It is T3 carrying the lightsaber component that she wished to be retrieved, a pontite crystal for her lightsaber. She took the crystal and placed it on her bed along with the lightsaber. She will have to modify hers later.

The droid talked to her, "Beep vooomm?"

Meetra smiled sadly, "I need to, T3. After this training, I have to leave them to Telos."

"Voommmmmm..." The droid beeped in lament.

"I have no choice T3. It is what Revan did after all. Not even those who I care about can go and face this threat."

"Beep beep beeeeppp!"

The Exile almost laughed at that, "Oh I know you hate Kreia. It's like I'm the only one that she least hates when she was here. But she was right, T3. The galaxy needs Revan, and we have to find him. I sense it. There's a disturbance in the force for the weeks ahead. Don't you miss him?"

"Voooommmm..."

"See? And I have to settle a score with him. I'm haven't forgiven him yet for Malachor V."

It was a sad fate if she was being honest. They were the ones who were with her during her journey to regain what was lost in Malachor V. Their faces and voices will forever linger in her mind if she doesn't come back from her mission in the Unknown Regions, further from Ahch-To. It is said that Alek or Darth Malak didn't even touch the planet as no Jedi ever lived there for millennia, even before the Great Hyperspace War.

This would she conduct her final lesson to them before she departs to the furthest planets on the region. She is already proud of them being a Jedi that from their journey they honed their skills. But still, she needed to improve their capabilities in case of any schutta that will want to conquer the galaxy before she and Revan can return to known space.

"It is often all that is left unsaid upon which tragedies are built."

While dead, Kreia's words still echo within the mind of Meetra and panged her heart. She didn't want to tell them that she is going to find Revan near the planets that they were going. Only Bastila and Kreia know what exactly is her mission. And if Visas would try to read her mind of that mission, she kept it hidden within a deck of pazaak cards. She just told them after Malachor that she needed to go somewhere further from Ahch-To that she needed to do alone.

She took her lightsaber from her bed and the lightsaber part that T3 gave to her. "You can go now T3." The droid then beeped to her in return and went away. She held her lightsaber that she constructed amidst the galactic chaos that she was in months ago from Nar Shadda. It is a blue lightsaber, like the one the council took from her on her trial. A construct of metal and plasteel to form a plasma blade. From such a simple weapon, tragedies lay upon its wake.

The lightsaber competent that T3 gave her is a pontite lens that she installed on her lightsaber. The pontite crystal that she gained from Dantooine was the focusing crystal that Kreia told her, would become stronger as the user grows with it. At first, the lightsaber is any other lightsaber blade, but as time went on, the blade became cool. To the point that it burns someone, not through heat, but through cold.

She turned the lightsaber on with a flick of a button and it shone in the gloom of the dormitory. The crisp white blue blade cut through the shadows and gave the Exile a momentary solace from the turmoil inside her. She always wondered if Revan wanted a lightsaber such as this when Kreia felt his presence at the caves. A troubled man born of war and has never left it ever since he stepped out of the academy years ago. Would he change for the better? Would the tragedies of Malachor V not happen?

She put away those thoughts as she turned it off and headed for her bunk. She needed sleep in awhile after and good rest after this is all over. After she goes to the regions beyond anyone. But never will she realize that the force has another plan for her. After all, as Kreia told her on Telos,

"Plans are fragile things, and life often dashes expectations to the ground."

Mira is walking towards the cockpit of the Ebon Hawk, albeit slowly as she is no hurry. Now, she wore her Jedi Robes that Meetra provided to her, and she let her red hair flow without her hairband this time. She honestly didn't expect to be long for this ride. At first, boarding here on the Ebon Hawk, she expects that after this is all over, she would just go back to Nar Shadda and continue her life as a bounty hunter. But, she didn't expect that she was force sensitive.

At first, they were echoes but Meetra showed her that it was indeed the Force in Nar Shadda. Standing near the railings, she showed her life and everything around it, hearing every single breathing, the thrust of pleasures, cries of sorrow, the elation of happiness. Every single one of it, she felt back on Nar Shaddaa. It changed her.

She thought Zez-Kai Ell was a Jedi, form the lightsaber in his held, Jedi robes and what not. But Meetra? She was the goody-two-shoes Jedi that she expected to be but there something that drew her in and made her stay with the Exile. From the holorecords that she saw from the Mandalorian Wars, Meetra is charismatic, able to persuade her soldiers to go into battle, and a natural leader. Sometimes to the point of suicide, going head to head with her fellow soldiers to fight the Mandalorians in battle.

From helping the refugees stand up to Sasquesh, reuniting two lovers, and her assertiveness for a mother not to let her child go. She even healed a man from near death, stopping a possible endemic virus spreading from the refugee sector, that she even put herself at risk of infection. That was more that she did than the so-called Jedi Master who warned her about Meetra.

But now? Even after Malachor V, even if she is beautiful, she carries the entire weight of the galaxy with her. And oh, she thinks she is beautiful but who couldn't? She already noticed her crew even when she just boarded here. Visas worships her to the point that she is willing to sacrifice herself, Brianna is devoted to her, Mical is like a willing teacher's pet for Meetra, and Atton, even though he hides it quite well, still has those moments where he showed genuine care for her.

And herself?

There was a time she rejected the Exile's offer to be her friend, but romance aside, she considers her a friend. She thinks that those four people have enough competition for her. But something happened weeks before that soured the mood of the victory that they achieved. But they were more a bit sorrowful than angry.

"Atton," Mira spoke from the napping form of the ex-scoundrel turned Jedi. But the look of Atton from his duel with Darth Sion left him nearly dead. Meetra is even reluctant to take him in this final lesson but he went with it anyway. Where his left hand used to be, now is a prosthesis paid for by what Meetra had at that time. Various bruises and cuts were also dealt with by Sion and there are still scars that are ingrained in his body.

The ex scoundrel grumbled as Mira sat on the other chair in the cockpit, "Still angry at Meetra?"

Atton then sat comfortably at his chair with a sigh. "Don't want to talk about it, sister."

"Well, hey. At least be grateful that she is making time for us." Mira replied.

Atton opens and closed his prosthesis. He was still shocked that he was still alive after his ordeal with Darth Sion, a literal Dark Lord of the Sith. "Yeah, be grateful that she is leaving us behind for no reason. Because she has to do something alone and that's it." He mocked.

Mira chuckled in his snide, "You know that better than anyone, Atton."

He pulled his hair in frustration his hand and groaned. "I know. But Sith is gone, sister! She killed that old witch on Malachor V and the next thing I know when I woke up is that she is just going to leave us? When we already won?" Mira knew the anger in his voice, but it also hinted with desperation.

"Might be something to do with Kreia. She is the only one fond of her despite her snarkiness."

Atton pursed his mouth and nodded. "Maybe." He sighed. "She doesn't even want to talk about Malachor V."

Mira glanced Atton a glare. "Well duh! Of course, she doesn't want to talk about it! Do you remember that she even wants us to remain on the ship and deal with that academy herself? Sith's blood Atton! Did you even know what happened there?" She asked him.

"Of course, I know!" Atton shouted but calmed himself down.

Mira sighed as she knew that she isn't going anywhere with this. Atton is already in a bad shape and annoying him further with her questions would just be bad taste. "Did you know how Meetra reacted when she learned Bao-Dur died?"

Atton didn't answer but Mira took it as a yes. "She was restless. She wanted to go back, to go find whatever memento she can get from that kriffing planet. But we can't. She held lightsaber the entire trip and she only occasionally spoke. It's the only memory she has left of Bao-Dur. Ever since then she doesn't talk to anyone about it. Not Visas, not Bri, not that weird Jedi blonde guy, not me." She paused. "We have to wait, Rand."

"Until she leaves us?" Atton muttered with a chuckle.

"I seriously want to hit you right now," Mira got off from the cockpit and muttered to herself, "I can't believe I'm the one being reasonable."

In a dark place Meetra goes where no one followed her...

On a planet ... in the unknown regions...

In a dark throne room on the center of the planet, a battle raged that would be forgotten but felt all throughout the galaxy. The destiny of the galaxy weighs within the battle that is taking place. There was a man in a throne, by just lifting a finger, sends bolts of lightning beside her.

The masked man beside her crushed in pain, without even drawing his lightsaber. The man on the throne stood up and using the Force, took the masked man's lightsaber for himself. The man activated it, emitting a purple glow, ready to strike the man shouting in pain.

Without hesitation, Meetra activated hers and clashed her lightsaber with his but before she could throw her next blow, pain surrounded her being. Gasping in shock, she saw that she was stabbed by a red lightsaber behind her by a red-skinned Sith.

"Meetra!" The masked man screamed but it is already too late. She felt her strength being drained faster than she could ever imagine and she knelt down on the ground. Her senses dulled as her body crashed down the floor, staring as the masked man regained strength, using all that he could from the Force, dark or light.

Meetra gasped for air as she woke up in cold sweat. She quickly inspected her stomach to see if she was really injured but she sighed in relief that she is intact. But still, she felt it all. Death surrounded her on that nightmare, and that masked man. "Revan..." She whispered. She hastily looked for his mask on one of her bed drawers and there it was. She held it as she recalled her nightmare vividly. "So that would happen if I leave them, huh? Not even Revan... could..."

She wanted to relax, she wanted to make that nightmare go away even for a moment as even as she woke up, it haunted her. She quickly-paced herself in the garage where the sink was and got herself a glass of water. Still, she panted almost to the point of exhaustion.

"Meetra, are you okay?"

She quickly turned her head to see who it was and those blue eyes stared at her with concern. "Bri, w-what are you doing here?"

"I just felt.. something..." Brianna tensed up staring at her. "It's like what I felt when we were in the enclave. It's like you're gone for a moment but soon you came back." She came closer to her, and to the Handmaiden's surprise, Meetra's hands were shaking. "What happened Meetra?"

The Exile wanted to go away, wanted to be alone for a moment. She took a step to the side only for Brianna to block her way, shying away her gaze. "Please, Bri. I-I don't want to talk about this."

"Meetra, you've been avoiding us ever since we boarded. Is it about us? Are we not worthy?"

Meetra shook her head, "It is not about you or any of you. If I can stay with you all I would gladly do so. But... it's about me. This is a thing that I have to do alone."

"You cannot stand alone, Meetra." Someone entered the garage and saw that it was Visas, "I also felt something through the force, a flame snuffed out and reborn. From yours."

"Yeah. Felt that too." This time it was Atton who gave her a face that recoiled her heart in response along with Mira. Meetra still is guilty of Atton being in the current state he is right now. Damaged, with a hand replaced by a prosthesis, she faulted herself for this that she paid for his hospital bills and prosthesis.

"Please Meetra, let us help you." Brianna pleaded as she held Meetra's shoulders. "Why are you going away after this?"

"I can't tell anyone, Bri." Meetra gave her a pained expression as she slowly removed her hands on her shoulders. "I can't."

"Why?" The Handmaiden quickly responded. "Are you afraid?"

"I'm doing this because for all of you!" Meetra shouted as she looked at the expressions of her friends. "That's why."

"For us?" Atton then stepped forward with a face that she had never seen since he told her about his past. "And you're leaving us behind after this, for us? Don't you think it is selfish?"

"You all need to rebuild the Jedi order!" Meetra replied.

"Is that it? You made us felt the way that we are now, become something that we didn't know before we met you, just so that you can rebuild the Jedi order? Is that what you want?"

"No, Atton..." She whispered. She really wanted to get away, just force push them away and leave her alone. But she couldn't do it to them.

"Then what do you want?" Atton snarled.

"I can't, Atton."

"Then what, Meetra?"

"Please, I can't tell you, Atton."

"THEN WHAT?!"

Meetra swallowed the saliva that accumulated in her mouth, and the tears she held back were starting to burst through. "I'm doing this to protect you all. And if I tell you where I would go, you will all follow. I know it. It's because of the Force Bond that makes you all follow me regardless of your wishes. You are angry at me since Citadel, right Atton?" She glanced at him as she gave him a defeated smile. "And still you are following me."

"It's not the Force Bond that we all share that makes us follow you, Meetra." Visas spoke she went near her. "You guided us throughout your journey and made us into something more. We follow your heart, your ideals. We follow you. You showed me mercy when you aren't supposed to. You trained the Handmaiden even if it is against her mistress' wishes. You trained Atton even if he hides his past. You trained Mira because she is unlike other bounty hunters that you've met. You've trained the Disciple even if he only has a minuscule training in the Force. We follow you because you did this to us, and we are grateful to return your favor that we would follow you to death. Our life for yours."

Mira sighed, "Yeah, what Vi said."

Meetra gave a dark chuckle, "Just like Malachor V, huh?"

"And you aren't protecting any of us by just being silent about it. In fact, we got even more curious where you would go." Mira interjected.

Brianna then spoke from her silence, "Hiding it won't help us, Meetra. If you wanted to protect us then it has something to do with you going somewhere you need to be and the Jedi Order. There's something more powerful than Kreia, is there? Something that Revan has to go to?"

And it seems her secret is out, she has to credit Brianna for her intuition. And now she has to speak of it to them about it. She cannot leave now, otherwise, she would break their trust. They are all on an impasse and only she can give a result. "I have to find Revan in the Unknown Regions, beyond Ahch-To."

Everyone is listening to her in every detail. This is the only moment in months that she spoke of what she actually is going to do. Atton then asked, "Why?"

"Kreia told me about it during our final confrontation. That Revan went to the Unknown Regions to battle the sith, the true Sith. When I talked to Bastila about it on Telos, she told me that he went there because he knew something provoked the Mandalorians to wage war against the Republic. In fact, he told her that they were being manipulated. And he has to do it alone, leaving even Bastila Shan, his wife."

"And she gave me a mask and it was his mask when I served under him. She asked me if maybe I could let him remember some memories left in him. And I need to face this Sith threat while you all rebuild the Jedi Order. I need to do this alone."

She let all that information sink in as all of them stayed quiet. To her surprise, it was Atton who gladly spoke first, any hints of anger cleansed with clarity, "You don't need to Meetra. We can find Revan and bring him back to the galaxy. You don't need to do it alone, we can all do-"

"We can't." Meetra flatly answered.

Mira groaned as she refused the urge to rub her temples, "Look, Meetra. I can see that you are afraid. Did something happen? I also felt something like the one that happened when you are in the enclave."

"You all felt something?" The Exile asked them and they all nodded in return. She sighed as this is already painful to her, "It was a nightmare. And there was a battle there, beside me was Revan, next thing I knew he was overwhelmed and I.. I..." Meetra squinted her eyes in pain. She still remembers it and how it felt being stabbed in her dream. She was no stranger to lightsaber injury after what she went through. But this time, it was fatal.

Her legs trembled and she fell to the ground, letting Brianna catch her, "..died." She whispered. "I failed."

"Meetra." Brianna shook her but she didn't respond. "Meetra!" The Exile shook her body and stared at them. "Meetra, you are here, okay? You haven't failed anyone."

She stood up and faced them, "What lies where I'm going is something you all cannot face. I have to do it alone."

"And let you die, Meetra?" Visas made her tone clear, she wasn't pleased this time with her master. "I would not let you go alone if it only means that you die in vain in the hands of the Sith. We will go with you, not because of the bond, but because it is our will to go with you."

"You all still have to rebuild the Jedi Order. The Republic needs the Jedi in order to survive."

"We can rebuild it, once the threat has been snuffed. If there is an enemy that lies within the darkness, just as Revan went, then you need all the help you can get. And the Jedi Order would not survive if there is still a threat on the horizon." Her tone is adamant.

Finally, Meetra resigned her shoulders and gave them a hard look. "Okay, I will all let you go with me after our last training." All of them gave her a collective smile, even Atton couldn't help himself. "Are you happy now?"

"Very." Atton beamed at her. She couldn't help but smile too, seeing that storm that clouded them was soon changed with clarity. She was glad to be with them, but that threat? She needs to be prepared for it.

After a few days in the Ebon Hawk, life became much easier for them. Tensions were at an all-time low and Meetra's morale is at an all-time high. Recently she has been radiating with energy, but still every time she goes to the cargo hold she still remembers her friend, Bao-Dur. Bottling those things up in her mind made her situation worse, but as soon as she got it out of her system her mood improved. Right now, they are only hours away to Ahch-To, and Atton is still piloting the ship. But suddenly...

Meetra is meditating together with Brianna, Visas, and surprisingly, Mira. But they all noticed that something's wrong, but still, they seem to not know why. However, Mira is the only one who slept through the meditation session. Noticing this, Meetra stood up from her position, took a long stick, and lightly smacked Mira's shoulder.

"Ouch!" She said groggily, "What was that for?"

"Meditation is a way to calm your mind, Mira. If you do not want the Sith to just jumble your mind like a schutta in a pazaak den, then take this seriously."

"Told you I wasn't up for these meditations." Meetra smacked her again. "Ow! Okay! Okay! Will try now, sith's blood." She noticed Meetra smiling in amusement as she sat down and tried to meditate again. But then they noticed something.

"A disturbance in the force." Visas muttered. "I... I cannot see..."

"Something's wrong." Brianna spoke next, "It's like the Force is moving... moving faster and faster."

The Exile stood up, "I sense it too. There's something wrong."

But Visas held her head, "I can't... it's too much!" Visas groaned in pain and promptly passed out.

"Mira get Vi to the medbay! Bri, on me!" The two nodded and moved with coordination. Meetra and Brianna quickly went to the cockpit to check on Atton. They saw that the space around the ship is wobbling, bending in ways they cannot even comprehend. They can already see Ahch-To up ahead but the space around the ship wobbled and wobbled. "What is going on?"

"I don't know, Meetra." Atton growled as he tried to grip the engines. "Something is manipulating space, but there's not ships or anyone nearby in our radar! I'm trying to keep this ship stable or we'll be bantha fodder!"

"All systems green, Atton?"

"All systems green! Brianna, grab the other wheel, we're in for a bumpy ride to Ahch-To. Meetra, check any systems and if they bust, repair it immediately or we'll be dead!"

"On it!" Meetra quickly went to the hyperdrive room to check if it was compromised.

Atton just kept the ship stable along with Brianna, "Flew this ship before, aye sister? You better perform today like the day you stole this ship back at Telos!"

"Shut up fool!" Both of them tried to stabilize the ship but soon the Hyperdrive is offline.

"For fricks sake! Hyperdrive is busted, Meetra!"

On the hyperdrive room, T3 and Meetra were prepared to repair the hyperdrive on the spot. Parts of the hyperdrive were busted, T3 tried to repair its way through the damage while the Exile fixed any wires busted. Something then short circuit her hand, "Frick! How in the hell Atton handles this thing?!" Meetra could already feel the ship rumbling around them, but she focused her attention on the hyperdrive.

Meanwhile, on the cockpit, Atton and Brianna were trying to keep the ship afloat but the force around them was an anomaly. Space bent when it shouldn't, lightning and rocks were being thrown despite there having no clouds or a nebula. They couldn't feel that this is the dark side, but it was terrifying still. The disturbance finally got to their heads, even if they tried to resist it. Soon, they passed out and no one is steering the ship.

By the time that they passed out, the hyperdrive was repaired but soon Meetra then got a headache she hadn't got in a long time. She tried to resist it as she stood up going to the medbay to check Mira and Visas. But before she could even get to the medbay, she too succumbed to the disturbance. The last thing that she heard is T3 beeping to coms to activate the emergency mode of the Ebon Hawk.

Meetra woke up still on the cold floor. Her head throbbed, especially in her temples. Never has she felt this kind of disturbance in a long time, since Malachor V. The force felt speeding up to the point that it concentrated its energy into one single stroke. Her steps wobbled as she still is in pain, leaning towards the walls of the ship. It felt, cold, to say the least. She could only hear the hum of the hyperdrive, but she could also hear the crashes of waves, faintly.

When she entered the medbay, she found Visas lying on the bed while Mira sat beside her, both of them unconscious. She was glad to still feel all of them despite the pain that they endured. "Mira." The Exile shook her. "Mira." But to no avail, still, the effects on the disturbance are on her. She tried waking the Miraluka too but she is still passed out.

She then went to the cockpit to see Atton and Brianna also passed out, but the scoundrel is lying near the galaxy map. Instead, it was T3 who is on the pilot's seat. From the window, she saw mountains and with it a vast ocean with smaller islands placed in it. "T3? You landed the ship at Ahch-To?" She asked the droid.

"Beeepp! Beeepp!"

"How's Atton and Brianna?"

"Beeeeepp! Beeeeppp! Beeeepp! Vooommmm."

"Still passed out?" Meetra sighed. She was already feeling uncertain about her decision weeks ago, but she would train them to become the best Jedi, one that would surpass her. But still, she wondered about this disturbance in the force and what are its origins. To see if it was gone, Meetra meditated on the floor, feeling the force around her. Then she could feel it, it was truly gone yet there is something here.

She further reached out, out of the ship and felt the planet full of life. From life to death, she felt it here, the force is in synthesis and is swimming, teeming here. It almost felt like a parallel version of Korriban. But she also felt it, a pocket of the dark side, inviting her with soothing words of power and peace. It reminded her of Malachor V, to prevent the tragedy that shaped them all. But she quickly refused to revel in it, blocking the dark side with her willpower alone.

It was a whisper, calling to someone, something, a yearning of knowledge and power. She felt it, it was strong, something who has strong connections to force have been or is here. She didn't know how to make of it, as the source of the whisper seemed lost. Forever finding the knowledge that doesn't speak. There is also another, the source of the knowledge, silent, a flame that did not wish to grow. But to her surprise, it is also feint. Like a fire that wanted to burst through but doused. Someone cut their connection to the force, like her.

"How?" She asked herself as she let go of meditation but she is going to find some answers. "It seems this is going to be more than a training trip." Using the force, she lifted Brianna and Atton who was still passed out and placed them gently on the chairs of the main hold. "T3! Any damages to our ship?"

"Beep! Beeeppp! Vooommmm. Beeeeep Beep!"

She sighed and smiled as she looked around the ship, "It's a miracle that this ship is still alive after that. But, I wouldn't have it any other way." With a brisk, she went towards the Port Dormitory to wear her Jedi Robes and clipped her lightsaber on her belt.

Before she could leave, Meetra checked first on Visas and Mira, and they are still out. From the main hold, however, she heard someone stirred from their slumber. She quickly abandoned any attempts to go out of the ship and went to their direction. She then saw Atton groaning as he held his head. "It feels like I had too much drink. Sith's blood."

Quickly, she came to his aid, "Atton." She shook him lightly. "Are you alright?"

"Besides the feeling like being stunned by a bothan stunner thousands of times? I'm alright. Am I in heaven Meetra?" He stared at her and gave a smirk. "If this isn't heaven and what I'm staring at isn't an angel, I'll be extremely disappointed."

Meetra crossed her arms and smirked in return. "Well, sorry to disappoint you, heartbreaker. I was about to go out and see Ahch-To, yet instead, I came to your aid. Obviously, you don't need my care." She gave a fake hurtful expression.

"L-look, wait-!"

She laughed as she saw that Atton stood up like he never even passed out. "Okay. Very funny, Meetra."

"Like you aren't like that." She smiled at him. "Just guard the ship while I'm away and monitor them. By the time I'll come back they may be awake by then."

"Just like old times, Meetra?"

"Just like old times." She smiled at him as she opened the exit ramp. What greeted her is a cold breeze and warm sunlight, she is glad to wear the robes that she wears now since it is quite cold outside. To her surprise, beside them is another ship. She examined it and saw that its exit port is closed. The design of the ship and its appearance might be distinct from the Ebon Hawk but the resemblance is uncanny. Someone is really here.

On her left is a mountain full of greenery and felt that this is where those energies came from. She walked near the cliffs where there were steps to guide her. For such a windy and sunny day, fog-filled in some parts of this jagged island. She saw how waves crash down the edges of the island, thickening the air humid. Winds continue to cut the mountain bit by bit and green moss continues to settle in its moist rocks.

To her, it is almost, a sacrilege to even step foot here as she can see this is where the first Jedi Order formed thousands of years after the Infinite Empire of the Rakatans existed. It's luscious, out of nowhere, and perfect for the Jedi. Away from temptations of the flesh and even if there is a taint of the dark side, the light is shining through. Any willing die-hard Jedi would go here, maybe as a place of retreat or exile. But surprisingly, Atris knows this planet and its coordinates but never let any of her handmaidens step foot here.

"An abandoned place of the first of the Jedi. Where everything has been established to stone. There are claimants that Tython or Ossus were the first Jedi Temple was built. But still, I'm convinced it's in Ahch-To." She remembered from her talk long ago and thought it is a good time to immerse them in the force and the Jedi, with her own refinements.

Still, she admired the island for what it is. There is beauty in its simplicity and everywhere she looks, it's like an art frozen in time. She didn't speak any words as she walked in the mountains and just let her mind take in the nature around her. Even as the wind would want to take off her brown robes, she still didn't let it destroy her peace.

From Peragus II to Malachor V, almost every world that she went through is either ravaged by war or is currently in a conflict where she needed to intervene. Every planet or moon, a constant reminder of what she did and its impact on the galaxy. Sure, she is stronger for it however there was no planet where they went, that there is no war going on.

But now? There is no looming threat that she needs to check, no Sith or bounty hunters that had their reticules and blades aimed at her head. It was just about the nature around her, and her friends. Where she will finally make them Jedi Masters of their own and lead a new age of the Jedi.

After a few minutes of taking the steps, she saw a tree hidden in a mist. This is where she felt that knowledge and light. From appearance alone, it looks like a dark side nexus but she only let herself guide her. She faced worse in Korriban and in her nightmares.

Upon entering, she is greeted with a room that the walls are that of dried roots. And from their apex lies a handful of books, rated by the sun. The room is picturesque and definitely built by a Jedi. Quickly, she took one book from the pile and examined the cover. It was in pristine condition, made with the finest leather, there it said, "Chronicles of Brus-bu".

"And who are you to enter this place?" Meetra quickly turned to see who it is, the first human who welcomed her hear, with a hint of anger. The man wore black robes with a leather tunic and pants. His right hand is mechanical while his left is fitted with leather gloves. He also has a beard and long hair, with tired blue eyes staring at her with an unfriendly expression. As she studied him, he looks nothing like a Jedi Master, but from his stance, he might be.

"These yours?" Meetra raised placed the books in its place.

"Can't tell?" He replied, waiting for an explanation patiently.

Meetra then takes a glance at the books and back at him, "These belong to the Jedi Order, and from what I can see, you are either a Jedi Master or a hermit."

For once, the man's face softens as he laughed lightly, "You can tell, huh?" He spoke in a defeated tone. "You know me?"

"I certainly don't know you." Meetra shook her head. "If so, who are you then?"

"Aren't you supposed to be the one introducing?"

"Well you said I know you but I actually don't. Now, I got curious as to who are you."

The man gave her a mirthful smile, "A Jedi or force-sensitive who doesn't know me? That's a first. Very well." He paused. "I'm Luke Skywalker, former Jedi Master and a legend." He said with venom that surprised her, almost as if he doesn't want to be recognized at all. "Now you recognize me?"

"Are you just a Jedi Master who just wants to be recognized? I don't know you, okay?" She lightly laughed and gave him a solemn smile in return, "Almost all Jedi Master I know right now are either dead or imprisoned. I didn't know that a Jedi Master still exists, well an ex-Jedi Master. I never even heard off a Master Skywalker where I'm from."

"Then who are you?" Luke asked her.

"That's a first to me too," Meetra told him. "Almost every Master when I encountered them, knew me because of what I've done. They always speak to me with prejudice and pity. My last encounter with any Jedi Master wasn't a pleasant one."

"Now you also got me curious as to who you are. I certainly didn't know you from any academy. Now, who are you?"

Meetra breathes in and out and looked at him with determined eyes, ready for anything he will throw at her. "I'm Meetra Surik, the Jedi Exile."

This is a new fanfic that I made as I played KOTOR 2 twice during this quarantine and read a bunch of fanfiction. However, I noticed that there is a lack of Canon x Legends fanfics so I made one of my own. And I like Canon x Legends fanfics as they are like two parallel universes colliding and the Last Jedi needs some fixing, especially from someone who has been cast out by the Jedi Order.

Also, this Meetra Surik does not follow the novels where she was nerfed. She will have her powers like in the game but grounded in the lore, by the time in the story she has already learned Force Enlightenment and various force forms and lightsaber forms like at the end of the game where she can best Kreia.

And also, I'm searching for a beta reader right now in regards to this story and future chapters. If you are available, you can send me a pm!

So what do you think guys of this first chapter? Again, ideas are very welcome and I hope you give constructive criticism, your thoughts about my story, ideas, or problems that I really need to address so that I can revise it. I hope you enjoyed reading this, dear readers, as it makes me happy that people enjoy my stories! I hope you have a great day!