Disclaimer: I can only dream of owning KOTOR. But I own Ash!

Ah, how bittersweet. The epilogue. The last of Ash. For now, at least. I've been thinking of doing the film adaptations... maybe, y'know. I've seen some and I love it.

"So, Jolee, when exactly did you get liscenced to marry people?"

The old man smirked. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

"Yes, actually." Carth muttered. "I'm worried that someday I'll hear you weren't really liscenced and we'll have to do this again.

"Wedding jitters?"

"I don't want to plan another wedding."

"... they did go a little crazy." Jolee admitted. "It was mostly Mission, though. Ash lets that kid get away with anything."

"I know."

"And Bastila doesn't think it's her place to say no."

"I know."

"Here she comes, so shut up."

Carth rolled his eyes as Mission appeared, face glowing with enthusiasm. Dustil looked mildly uncomfortable having Mission clinging to his arm, like the good little groomsman he was. Bastila appeared next, her palm placed delicately on Canderous's arm while Canderous scowled. He wondered how Ash had managed to get the two of them to behave.

HK, Zaalbar, and T3—the Jedi masters had declined the invitation—created the audience while everyone waited for Ash.

When she did appear, she was radiant. The white dress gave her slim figure just the right curves as she walked up to him and Jolee started the ceremony.

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