suitably_heroic: (dsp: intense)
It had been a long day.

It had been a very long weekend, actually, so don't mind Atton if he burst into his apartment and started rummaging around for some kolto patches right away. He figured Sparkle was at the party thing anyway, and damn, he had to keep his shields locked up tight not to let the worst of the island slip into his head.

He wasn't that great at shield control was it was.

So he ignored the imagery: Mira encased by explosions, Mical with a hole in his head, Visas on the ground on some volcano planet somewhere. Whatever, island. You do your thing.

"Atton.."

He paused, hands still well into the medic's bag. "No," he said flatly.

"The prisoner holds the darkness at bay," Meetra whispered, "He will be lost inside it for three hundred years. His strength will fail. Then he will--"

"No," he repeated, holding up his hand, palm-first. "We're not... we're not doing this Jedi thing, I'm not, I don't-- don't make this about somebody else. You're around often enough, I just-- please don't."

"Atton," she repeated.

He sighed. She vanished. It was worse.

[[ can be open. some of meetra's words stolen from star wars: the old republic. ]]
suitably_heroic: (dsp: well. fuck.)
Force bonds were a pain in the ass.

Atton had only ever had two of them. One, very dimly thrumming in the back of his head since he was 23 years old, led straight to a blond bounty hunter two galaxies and four thousand years away from him. That one didn't matter so much-- most of what Cade did was drinking and fighting and sleeping, anyway.

The other one had sent him reeling almost a year ago now, when it had suddenly winked out without warning, taking the contents of his stomach with it moments later. That one... that one mattered. It had been a bright, shining thing, getting brighter every day, and suddenly it had been cut, leaving him standing in the light without a tour guide.

When that one lit up like a... like a blazing furnace, like the core of Alderaan's sun, as he just got halfway into a pizza slice, he leaped.

Straight out of his chair, and into a corner of the living room, gasping and completely and thoroughly disoriented.

"What the--"

[[ for myself, la la. ]]
suitably_heroic: (dsp: more naked)
They had barely escaped Malachor V with their lives. The planet had already been unstable, but it had begun to implode as they left. It'd been a rocky ride -- a really rocky ride -- through the world's caverns and ravines up into the sky and away.

It was a testament to Atton's sheer stubbornness that he didn't pass out until the rocky part was over.

They found out later that the collapse of the planet was Bao-Dur's doing-- his last act, to undo the last echoes of his first one. There was a silence now in Meetra's head where once these echoes had lived. She was thankful for it. Malachor V had been harrowing, mentally as much, if not more so than physically. She needed the quiet.

They had come here to Manaan as soon as they'd been able. Atton was in a bad state - clinging on to life more tightly than he had been when she'd left him to face Kreia, but still flickering back and forth. He hadn't regained consciousness, either, and so when they got to Manaan, they transported him from the med bay to a health center nearby.

This was the planet the kolto came from. It was the best they could do for him. The best she could do.

Considering what she was about to do, she knew it wouldn't be enough.

Meetra looked up at him in that tank. It made him look fragile, partly because the fluid colored his skin an ugly pale white, but also because of the various wounds decorating his chest. He really had come close to losing that arm... but he hadn't quite gotten there, and thankfully, the flesh was starting to knit together again already.

She let out a sigh.

"So, might I ask where you will be going next?"

Mical had been there for some time already; Atton might have not thought fondly of him, but he had no issue with the man. It felt only right, considering, especially when not listening to his counsel had led to their rather embarrassing defeat at Kreia's hands.

"I need to find Bastila Shan," Meetra said quietly. "She might know where Revan is."

She'd told the others about her plans to leave. Atton... Atton wouldn't have taken it well even if he'd been in the best of states, and he hadn't exactly been that. And... she could admit here, in the privacy of her own head, to some cowardice about telling him in the first place. Where you go, no one you love can come with you.

Kreia had been right. Painfully so.

"Do me a favor," she said, and shot Mical a look. "When he comes out, tell him I'm sorry."

"This is goodbye, then," Mical said, after a moment.

"Yeah," she replied.

Then she turned around and walked out of his life. Just like that.

And now, the Plot Index! Oh lord. )

[[ nfb, nfi, ooc-okay. oh god, i really am done. some plot details ganked from 'Revan' by Drew Karpyshyn, a novel I mostly like to ignore because it is TERRIBLE. ]]
suitably_heroic: (dsp: ew.)
"...ttn..."

The letters danced through the dark space in his head, but they didn't connect.

"...ttn..."

And now they just hurt.

A final confrontation... and the future. )
suitably_heroic: (goth: so stupid)
Atton ran.

Of course he did. He was a coward. He always had been. Running was what he did best, and... and that wasn't true, was it? He wasn't running because he was a coward; he was running because he knew. Knew, from years of experience fighting beside Jedi, that they weren't Jedi-- just idiots running around with lightsabers and Force tricks. Knew that Kreia was far more powerful than she had pretended to be during their journeys. Knew that Meetra was the only one with the ability to take her down.

And so while Kreia used a combination of Force power and manipulation to take down his compatriots one by one, well, he'd fled. Because he also knew that he'd be no use there, and there were still a ton of Sith between Meetra and the woman known as Darth Traya.

Atton wasn't a Jedi, no, but he was here to protect her. And that's what he planned to do.

Which is why when he heard ashes and flame and grit snarl, 'And I get the fool', he stopped running. )

[[ nfb, nfi, ooc-okay. taken and adapted from 'knights of the old republic 2'. this is where we start finagling plot threads together because the ending to this game is a complete mess. warning for violence. i think this may be the only fully prose post of this plot ]]
suitably_heroic: (dsp: ... damn)
This is the end-- my only friend, the end. )

[[ nfb, nfi, ooc-okay, first half based on 'knights of the old republic 2', second part directly taken from selfsame game. ]]
suitably_heroic: (goth: i hate you sparkle)
A Handmaiden No More, a Quick-E-Recap for the Audience, and a Siege full of Sith. )

[[ nfb, nfi, ooc-okay, all taken from 'knights of the old republic 2' except for atton's little recap in there. that one's for those of you who don't like reading jedispeak. ]]
suitably_heroic: (dsp: ew.)
They landed on Telos just an hour too late. Kreia had fled, and the underground complex that Atris inhabited... seemed very quiet. Empty, almost. Meetra led Atton and Mira down through the twisting hallways, following the one strong Force signature she could still sense up ahead.

But was it Atris, or the Handmaiden they had found?

Meetra vs. Atris: The Expositionathon. )

[[ nfb, nfi, ooc-okay, taken and adapted from 'knights of the old republic 2', now with 500% more exposition ]]
suitably_heroic: (dsp: determined)
A return to Dxun. )

[[ nfb, nfi, ooc-okay, taken from 'knights of the old republic 2'. and after we finish dxun, we're done with act 2, meeeeep. ]]
suitably_heroic: (dsp: needs that cigarette)
Meetra goes on a vision quest, which leads to a history lesson and a whole lot of creepy. )




Bao-Dur

"Will you please. Stop. Pacing," Bao-Dur said pointedly. He was exasperated. Atton's restlessness had been frustrating enough when this journey had began, but now it was beginning to be ridiculous.



Atton

Atton's fingers kept twitching. He'd been trying to redirect that energy by pacing up and down the length of the cavern, but it wasn't doing him much good.

He was worried, and Korriban picked up on that and ran with it. Worried and angry and barely warding off memories of times past that kept poking away at his head, picking at his resolve.

"No," he snapped at Bao-Dur.

Then he realized he was snapping for reasons that had nothing to do with himself, and he came to a stop, running his hand through his hair.

He needed to talk to someone. Like, now. Bao-Dur? Nah, not Bao-Dur. Sparkle? No, Sparkle wouldn't get it. Sia?

Ha. Yeah. Calling up Sia to have a hey, I'm having some dark side withdrawal problems conversation - great idea. Fantastic.

Cade? ... No.

He balled his hands up into fists to redirect some of the tension he was feeling, then he sat down and activated his commlink.

"I really, really, really hate you," he muttered as he punched in Anakin Skywalker's number. "I really, really, really, really, really, really hate you..."


[[ expecting one, though his commlink's on so open to anyone else too! ]]
suitably_heroic: (dsp: w/ lightsaber stance)
A Jedi Master and a Sith battle. )

[[ nfb, nfi, ooc-okay, taken from 'knights of the old republic 2', some violence ]]
suitably_heroic: (dsp: fear the jacket)
In which things start to fit together. )

[[ nfb, nfi, ooc-okay, taken and heavily adapted from 'knights of the old republic 2', because some things just don't work in prose. ]]
suitably_heroic: (dsp: whaddayawant?)
Maturity levels are really on the rise on Team Exile... )

[[ nfb, nfi, ooc-okay, and yes, almost verbatim taken and adapted from 'knights of the old republic 2' which i love very dearly. ]]
suitably_heroic: (neutral: talk.)
Open your eyes, open your mind... (Warning: some disturbing subject matter.) )

[[ nfb, nfi, ooc-okay, taken from 'knights of the old republic 2'. thus ends nar shaddaa and begins a new chapter in atton's life. ]]

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