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Kotor II: Ruin, Mystery, Dreams: Part 3 – Silver

Now that everything’s all straightened out again, I have to do something to occupy myself… and why not finish my replay of this game and the related fanfic to boot? My dreams are going overtime now that I’m back, though. I suspect that all the energy that was going towards adventuring is now channeled into my brain at night and that makes them extra weird. Also, I am in love still with this Kotor 2 LP which burrows into every possible bit of plot and is entertainingly written too. But I’m still going to play it my way, too.

Also, it is stupid hot and humid here. Can I go back to Norway?

Part 2

 

Part 3: Silver

 

“Grab on to something!” Atton yelled back into the hold of the shuttle. “This is about to get rough real fast!”

Heart beating slightly faster, Selyn took hold of the hand grips by her seat, her restraints fastened tightly. They were being fired upon as they flew over the partially restored surface of Telos. Who, what, why, no way to find out, only to trust in Atton’s skill and hope they survived. It reminded her strongly of how she’d felt when she’d been dropped on- no, best not to think about that. She concentrated on her breathing instead.

She felt the ship kick forward with a small explosion, heard Atton curse, felt gravity begin to assert its hold on the shuttle… Continue reading

Kotor II: Ruin, Mystery, Dreams: Part 2 – Renaissance

Okay so once upon a time I started writing a fanfic based on KotOR II: The Sith Lords, and since I saw the new Star Wars movie, I’ve been on a Star Wars bender… reading all the books, playing all the games… One of the games I’ve started up again has been Kotor 2, so here we are, resurrecting this hideous corpse of a fic like Darth Sion. : P It’s just flashes of things that happen; I’m pretty sure it’s not worth writing a walkthrough of which responses I took to everything. Still, that means it would be best to have played the game before reading the story.

I also found an Atton-centric fic that I wrote once; I will probably steal bits from it.

EDIT: I found out I never finished writing this chapter? So I rewrote it.

Part 1

 

Part 2: Renaissance

 

Selyn Tekeri came back to herself, slowly, groggily. She was lying on a freezing cold metal floor, in her under-things, in a well-lit room that stank of kolto.

Someone had called her name? Continue reading