Prologue

Times had been better in the galaxy. Decades of wars had ravaged the galaxy to near destruction. The Sith wars, thought ended five years ago by the fallen hero Revan, had only escalated. The Jedi Order had been destroyed. It now lay on the brink of extinction, with the Sith nearly conquering the galaxy.

Spreading like wildfire, the Sith conquest had sent fear into the hearts of every humanoid from here to the heart of Coruscant. The evil Darth Sion had half of the galaxy in fear, while the tormented Nihilus swept up the remnants of disorder and had been amassing a huge fleet since Revan's disappearance.

The Jedi where in hiding. Staying far away from the prying eyes of the dark Sith Lords. In all the galaxy, their was only known one last Jedi knight. A fallen hero of the Mandalorian war. He, however was in trouble, and soon to be no more.

In a quiet part of the galaxy, near the Peragus mining facility, the legendary Ebon Hawk, lay dying in outer space. On board the last Jedi Knight, bleeding to death, and unconscious. The hyperdrive damaged, it looked as if the last hope of the galaxy was doomed. Fate however, had other ideas.

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The Ebon Hawk continued to spiral through space. The ship was in shambles after a space battle had sent it into a million pieces. The main power was gone, leaving it drifting in space. Without the power the ship would miss Peragus, and the lone Jedi Knight on board, Rann Mano, would die.

The battle had not only destroyed the ship, but the crew was all dead. Bodies laid silent across the floor, as red sirens blared, signaling the danger the ship was in. The medbay was silent, leaving Rann to sit and die. Soon the Ebon Hawk would miss the mining facility and become dust.

Aboard the ship laid but one hope, a lone astromech droid, signified as T3-M4, who could save the ship. It's circuits were damaged, but it could still move and think. It had several devices equipt to it, for such an occasion.

The droid had shut down before the attack, and now it came to life with the sirens blaring. It gave a series of beeps, signifying that it was once again active.

The T3 unit quickly scanned the ship to see what the scenario was and what needed to be done. T3, using it's knowledge of the ship, quickly analyzed where and what he needed to do. The droid quickly decided to head to the medbay first, the lone survivor had to be his first priority.

It's dust covered silver dome, began to beep and tweet its way down the halls. The Ebon Hawk had seen better days, but it wasn't his concern yet. He was on a mission to the medical ward and nothing would stop him.

He arrived to find Rann laying flat on his back. Blood had stained the sheets red, and cuts from his arms and legs were beginning to run try. If T3 didn't patch him up, he would bleed to death, before they reached Peragus.

Using skills he had been programmed by his maker, Janice Nall, he headed to the nearby storage bin, and using a metal arm he was able to open the lock. He searched inside, moving pieces of broken storage until he found what he had been looking for. Three med pacs were still intact. Using his claw arm he picked them up and rolled over to the bleeding Jedi.

The work was grueling, but quick. The T3 unit had been programmed to use a med pac before, and quickly began covering the wounds on the Jedi's arms and legs. Another piece he used to create foam to cover the hole in the Jedi's head.

The T3 tweeted in relief. The Jedi would survive so long as the droid could put the ship back together. Unfortunately however, the droid could not do it alone. He would have to find another droid to help him make the work quicker. Luckily, T3 knew of another astromech droid on the ship. It was laying in the garage waiting to be repaired. A 3C-FD module slightly older then the T3 unit, but then it hadn't been made in large quantities. It had been made specifically for a member of the Exchange known as Davik. Fate however had lead the T3 on a different path and was in the garage using it's repair skill to fix the broken 3C unit.

The 3C unit came to life with a chirp of it's whistle. T3 wasted no time in asking it for it's assistance. Working together the two droids headed for the engine room, where they would activate the main power and repair the hyperdrive.

The 3C unit had come in handy, T3 found out quickly, as the droid went straight to work fixing some wires that had come loose. The room was flashing with sparks, but the two droids bodies did not feel a thing. They only knew there work and what needed to be done. Working with great skill they finished the repairs in the nick of time. Just as the Ebon Hawk reached near the mining facility.

T3 quickly headed to the star map which was in the cockpit of the ship. Now that power had been restored he could set the correct course. The droid put in the code to go to the Peragus mining facility set up in the asteroid belt as a result of past failed attempts. The ship gave a lurching sound as it prepared to set course and land.

The Ebon Hawk made a sharp left on what was left of it's boosters. The ship suffered some turbulence leading into the open hanger bay of Peragus. The miners all looked up with a look of confusion on their faces. The damaged ship had come out of nowhere. They quickly assembled a search team to prepare to board the vessel.

On board the Ebon Hawk, T3 gave a whirl of approval and satisfaction. The mission had been a success and he had successfully gotten the Ebon Hawk to the mining facility without much of a problem. The relief he felt was short lived when another alarm went off. An intruder was on the ship, not a miner, but one that had already been on the ship. T3, wishing to protect all he had worked to achieve, along with curiosity, began to search for the intruder. T3 walked into the main cargo hold, to find 3C unit in a heap of garbage on the floor. Whatever had been on board had demolished the poor droid. There was no hope for repairing him.

T3 gave the 3C unit a respectful dwoop, and continued his search. He rolled into the sleeping quarters, prepared to fight. He never got the chance however when a blinding light came shining at him. The force of the light knocked the droid's circuits out. It fell into nothingness. The droid had come so far, only to fail.

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Pain was the first thing he felt. He had felt worse yes, but the pain in his head, arms and legs made an unbearable feel. The next thing he heard was a voice. "Wake Up!" it screamed to him. Shaking off the sleepiness in his eyes, Rann Mano found himself lying in a bacta tank in a place he didn't recognize.

Slowly steadying his numb mind, he began to recall the last thing he had remembered. He recalled being on the Republic cruiser known as the Harbinger. He had been aboard the ship and was heading somewhere... His memory vanished. He couldn't recall anything after that. A shudder came over him as he realized he had no idea where he was, or how he had gotten here.

"Calm yourself, Rann." He said to himself. "I'll figure it out, we just have to get out of this damn bacta tank."

Rann began to move slowly out of the bacta tank. By the way his muscles were moving he could tell that he had been out for quite a while. Another question he would need to ask. He slowly managed to leave the bacta tank, and fell to the ground in the center of the room. He seemed to be in a large room full of tanks. He looked around and saw five other tanks, each with another being in them. All were dead.

"It just keeps getting better doesn't it." Rann thought to himself. He looked at his cloths, or lack there of. The people who had brought him here had striped him of his cloths, and had put him in a brown tanktop and shorts. He slowly calmed his mind as he prepared to stand up.

He staggered to his feet, slow and tired as he was, his muscles ached, but he didn't let that stop him. He had to find out what had happened to him, why he was here, and how he got here. He had a thousand questions and only a few minutes had surpassed since he had woke from his deep slumber.

Using the wall for leverage, he slowly hobbled his way to the door. As he opened it he was shocked by what he saw. Across the hallway lay another door, except it no longer worked. It looked jammed. On further inspection he realized that he would need a tool to open it. Unfortunately, he had lost all of his equipment, between his time on the Harbinger and now. He turned to the right and tried to open the door, this one was locked. Knowing full well he wouldn't be able to open it, he decided to retrace his steps back into the room he had come from.

Feeling better, he began to walk without struggling and moved quicker. It helped him get going quicker. His eyes had also begun to adjust better as he saw for the first time, from the very room he came from a computer console. Reaching it, he activated it and searched for the answers to some of his questions. Luckily, the computer logs were still functional, and no password was needed. He opened up a Holo-log titled, RECENT ARRIVAL!

A young dark skinned female appeared on screen. "Peragus Mining Facility log 231. The unknown vessel that has arrived has been found to be a smuggling ship known as the Ebon Hawk."

Rann looked confused on this. He had never heard of the Ebon Hawk, and yet somehow he had arrived on it. He continued to listen to the log.

"Only one survivor on board. No identification on him however, we could not begin to understand what had happened. He was banged up badly, he had cracked ribs, was bleeding internally from the liver, and had cuts on his arms, legs, and had a huge hole in his head. Luckily, it seemed someone had patched him up enough that we were able to save him in time. The other crew members were not so lucky."

Rann again felt uneasy. Something must have been looking out for him, but what of the Harbinger and it's crew. How had he gotten onto the Ebon Hawk.

"The only other crew member we were able to find was an old woman. She was dead however as soon as the ship arrived. Also among the cargo we recovered an astromech droid and a protocol droid that won't shut up. I will report again when I have more." The log shut off.

Rann ran a finger through his hair. He had gone to lots of trouble to disappear, and yet here he was, on a mining facility in the middle of space with more questions then a book. He decided to open the other Holo-log, which was entitled; HE'S A JEDI.

"Peragus Mining Facility log 232: The unknown survivor has been found to be a Jedi Knight. We thought that the Jedi were extinct, but I guess not. All I know is that this can only cause problems for us here. We have set him in a Bacta tank until we can decide what to do with him. The old woman's body as well was sent to the morgue. We couldn't do anything to revive her, she did however have a plasma torch on her, that we could not retrieve from her. It was heavily embedded into her side. I will report next when the Jedi comes too." The Holo went dead.

"Great, now they think I'm a Jedi." Rann cursed. "I might have been a Jedi once, but I'm not anymore." Then he remembered the situation he was in. The plasma torch the dead woman had in her side was his ticket through the bolted door. He switched the computer to another mode and using some computer skills he had picked up, he had opened the other door, which had led to the morgue.

With a sense of determination on his face, he proceeded into the morgue, and saw the old woman for the first time. She was horrid looking, her face full of wrinkles and crevices. Her brown cloak covered her from head to toe. Rann didn't want to see her eyes, luckily the brown cloak had folded over them. Sighing to himself, he looked over her gray long hair. It looked like it hadn't been combed in a decade. Cursing under his breathe, he began to remove the plasma torch that had been inserted into her hip. It took all of the humanly strength he possessed, but was able to retrieve it from her side. The force exerted however sent the young ex-Jedi into the nearby wall.

He hit his head so hard that at first he thought he heard something move. "Preposterous!" Rann stammered. "Everything in this room is as good as dead." His mouth gaped when he saw the old woman, who he had just pulled the plasma torch out of, get off of the cot and stare right at him.

"I hope you've found what you came for." She sneered in a sinister old voice. Rann felt his body begin to shake. He wasn't on the Harbinger anymore, and he felt as if he would never return.