Changed the titles, since yah thats the name of the story.
*The Protector and Diverse, two modified Hammerheads jump out of hyperspace near the Exocron System. They seemed to be searching for something, an hour later, they jump back into hyperspace.*
*A strange sense, came towards Jolee as he walked across the ship. Eyes following him in where ever he walked. Finally he heard it a crew member said "The Exile is here, we should be more quiet."*
"Exile, Exile..." Jolee kept repeating to himmself as he walked around the ship to the bridge.
"Am I truly an Exile?" Jolee asked himmself comtemplating the entire mess he was in now
What he did not expect, was that Kreia manipulated the whole crew, telling everyone to refer to him as an exile. Now something else was stirring across the ship. The new Exile would have to flee.
"Exile." Kreia said
"Exile, why are you walking the halls of this ship, we should be fleeing now towards the hanger? The whole ship is turning on you. And we must be quick. For our prescence here is no longer wanted."
"What is going on?"
"There is no time to explain, when we are safe, I shall explain everything. But for now you are in mortal danger on this ship."
"Fine, I will go and flee this ship. Which hanger?"
"Eitheir one, we must take a frieghter and hope we are not shot into space dust as we attempt to flee."
*And so the Exile and Kreia start running towards the northwest hanger bay. They are soon caught up by Captain Feray and Colonel Dacren who offer to help them retreat. For they fear, the ship was no longer safe for themselves. The 505th had already retreated in most of the frieghters, and were still loyal. They continue to run to the hanger but are again stopped in their tracks by a small squad of soldiers. Not a word was spoken and they began to open fire upon them. Jolee reached for his lightsaber and ignited it, and jumping into the middle of the fight. He ran up to the soldiers and slaughtered them quickly and utterly. They quickly moved forward to the hanger, where the last freighter remained. They got onboard and Feray ignited the engines, and blasted away from the ship. The warship now began to fire on the helpless freighter which took several hits before it finally jumped into hyperspace.
*The result was a successful escape. Just before the jump however, they noticed the ship was being overlaped in darkness. They soon realize it was the Lord of Hunger seizing control of the vessel for his own personal command. Luckily they had escaped, for they did not have the power to challenge him directly. His time would come, soon enough.
The Exile, continued to stare out the window in the passengers seat. It would be a long ride.
He finally asked Feray on the whereabouts of the two Hammerhead cruisers that were sent out to Exocron.
"Commander, they have recieved reports that not all is going well in the galaxy. The New Republic has withdrawn out of the Galactic Alliance, the Mandalorians and GA are both under the attack by pirates from the Outer Rim. The GA beat back their pirate attacks still no word from the mandalorian news network though."
"Commander if I may ask, where are we going?"
"It does not matter the location Feray, but the journey that one is on that we continously test ourselves. We will learn our destination soon enough." The Exile got up to look at the Navicomputer and to select their destination.
*Kreia came walking in.
"Exile, there is an abondoned droid upon this ship in the Cargo Hold. I think you should take a look at it."
"Will do Kreia."
*The Exile found the droid in the Cargo Hold. It looked dead, beat up and such. No one knew if it was voice activated or not."
"Well, now theres 2 broken droids that I have to repair now." the Exile said
To be Continued....