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 #88587  by Mandalorian
 
Eww, i can imagine atton kissing T3-M4... lol nice story emp :P thanks for christmas gift :D

 #88638  by Clank
 
nice lol i realy loled at the end

 #89097  by Buffy's Shadow
 
Ok, here's a sad one. Inspired by the Bruce Springsteen song "For You", here's what i imagine Atton doing and feeling after Meetra (Jedi Exile) left to find Revan.
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For You
(Meetra Surik (The Jedi Exile)/ Atton Rand
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Princess cards she sends me, with her regards
Her barroom eyes shine vacancy, to see her you have to look hard


As he sat at the bar, the bottle of Juma sitting in front of him, almost mocking his present state, Atton felt his head slip down onto the cool surface of the counter. The drinking helped, but it never truly washed away the pain that was inside him.
How could she do it? He asked himself, the same question that always rang through his mind. With every step, he wondered where she was, if she was even alive. No, she has to be alive He always told himself, almost always before he passed out from the level of alcohol in his system.
“Atton!” He looked up at his name being called, the voice ringing so clear in his mind. It had to be Meetra. Turning around, his head erupting into pain as he did so, he scanned the crowd, looking for the face that connected with the voice. And yet, she didn’t appear. She wasn’t here. It was the same as every other night.
“Xia, put it on my tab, I’m done for the night.” He said to the bartender, turning and walking to the door in process. He had to get some fresh air, anything to clear his mind. To try and clear his mind of her.

I was wounded deep in battle, but I stood stuffed like a soldier undaunted
To her Cheshire smile I'd stand on file, she was all I ever wanted


The streets of Nar Shaddaa were almost empty, which wasn’t strange for the time of night. Most people feared going out at night, with all the criminals and lowlifes hanging around. Atton had learned long ago that there really wasn’t anything to fear. Not anymore. He passed the apartment block, the same one that he had followed Mira into after he had been sure that Meetra had died. The bounty hunter had changed his mind, telling him and the rest of the crew where to find their leader. He remember the desperation that had flown through his mind at that moment, how he felt, thinking that he had lost her forever.
Arrogant youth. He thought to himself, berating his younger self. It had been close to three years since he had last seen her, and even now he felt like an old man. Those three years seemed like a millennia ago, and he couldn’t help but long for a chance to relive those days over again. There were so many things he would do differently, so many things that would have changed. He would have told her sooner, almost the very minute that she had started talking to him, treating him like a friend.
“So many things.”

And you were not quite half so proud when I found you broken on the beach
Remember how I poured salt on your tongue and hung just out of reach


He still remembered how she had found him on Malachor, broken and defeated by Kreia’s lapdog, so close to death that he could feel it coursing through his body. He had heard her voice as she saw him, and he remembered how she had rushed to his side, pouring ever single inch of her healing power into him. Tears had stained her eyes, and she had completely forgotten where they were. He had seen the Sith Lord standing in the corner, his remaining eye staring at the scene, and remaining utterly silent.
Finally the Sith Lord had spoken up, and Meetra had turned to him, the tears still running down her face, even when her saber ignited and the side of her that only came when a battle was upon them appeared. She had fought for him, determined to kill whoever had tortured him. And in the end, she had killed the Sith Lord, watched him die upon the floor of the Academy. And yet, she still turned him back. When sleeps-with-vibroblades had died, it had been with the aura of the Light Side surrounding him. Meetra had then turned back to him, silently whispering his name as she continued to try and heal him.
“Atton! Atton! Come on, damn you, don’t die on me! Not here!”


I came for you, for you, I came for you, but you did not need my urgency
For you, for you, I came for you, but your life was one long emergency


“Meetra, why the hell did you do it?” He asked himself silently, pausing and looking down into the crowded star lines below the railing. She had been here too, has passed this very spot on her way to see Vogga. The whole planet reminded him of her, reminded him of her touch, of the way that she had talked to him, before she had left. He felt the tears coming before they appeared in the cracks of his eyes. He told himself to stop, and yet, they just came harder. His hair was hanging in his face, hiding his identity from the world. Here, he was just another nobody. When he had been with her, he had been something. She had made him into something, someone that she saw needed saving. Someone that was worth saving.
“Meetra, why did you need to go?”

 #89108  by Mandalorian
 
wow that is a sad one, but just cuz its sad doesnt mean its not good, great story emp :)

 #93226  by Buffy's Shadow
 
Ok, here's a couple ones that I posted on my fanfiction.net account, but I never posted on here for some reason.
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All Eyes On Me

You always inspired others, Revan.
How can you say that? We gave you another chance!
You mean, you honestly don't know?
We gave you another chance
They turned you into a pawn
We gave you another chance
They turned you into a shadow of your former self
We gave you another chance


The entire scene continued to repeat inside Revan's head, destroying any other thought that tried to wash the scene away. He could still see Malak standing in front of him, the sound of his breathing emanating from his metallic jaw piece.
The dormitory was utterly silent, which was unsurprising considering that he had locked the door. He couldn't bear to look at his companions. The entire war, he had been the cause of it. The entire time they were looking for these Star Maps, he had simply been retracing his steps.
All the hurt that he had caused. Carth's homeworld being bombed, his wife dying because of it, the millions of lives dead, simply because of him.

You always inspired others, Revan.
The Jedi don't believe in killing their prisoners
You mean, you honestly don't know?
No-one deserves execution
I'm surprised that Bastila didn't tell you
No matter what their crimes


Why? Why didn't she tell him? He loved her, and she felt the same. This entire time, was it all a lie? Had she only been here to watch him, to make sure he wouldn't slip back into the darkness?

Did she really love him, or was it only another lie?

Even the combined power of the Jedi Council
My memories of confronting Revan are…painful
Couldn't keep your personality buried for long, could it?
What greater weapon is there than to turn an enemy to your cause?
You've grown stronger. I did not think that to be possible
To use their own knowledge against them?


He could feel nothing through their bond, and with every time he tried to reach her, he was met with nothing but silence. It sent waves of fear through him, and as he laid on the bunk, the room entirely silent, he felt cold.

His hand went limp, and as it touched the floor, he felt his fingertips brush past the surface of a holocron. Titling his head, Revan looked at the object, and then slowly grasped it in his hand. Absent mindedly, he found the activation button on the side, and pushed it.

There was something out there, something that devoured Revan and Malak
I've heard the Force can do terrible things to a mind
Revan traveled to all of these places in search of the Star Forge
It can wipe away your memories and destroy your very identity


As the blue picture centered itself, it focused in on two people, a man and a woman. The man was smiling and waving towards something or someone off camera. The woman was in the process of rolling her eyes. And then slowly, she also smiled.

"Is this really necessary, Revan? We have other pressing matters to attend to"
"Come on, Bastila, it's only a cheap little holocron. It'll be fun!"
"But…"
"Just smile and wave. Afterall, who wouldn't want to have their picture taken with me?"

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Did I save you yet?
The pain is nearly blinding. There's something running down his face. She puts her hand against it, and as she quickly attempts to wipe it off using part of her robe, he can see its dark red color. Blood.
Your eyes. That bad uh?
He doesn't want it to end this way. With so many things unsaid, so many things that he hasn't been forgiven for. And yet, like always, he'll grin and try to make a joke out of it.
I don't want you to see me like this. I…I don't want to die in front of you.
In the blink of an eye, he sees everything flash before his eyes. The war, meeting her on Peragus, fighting their way through anything that the galaxy could throw at them. It…it all seemed so meaningless now.
I loved you from the first minute I saw you. Tried to pass it off as a joke, wasn't funny
It hurts to talk now. He can feel blood quickly gathering in his throat. There's tears beginning to escape from her eyes, and she's clutching him, desperately trying to use the Force to save him. It's too late.
Hurts when I laugh. Hurts…
Everything around her is turning black. He doesn't feel peace or anger. Only the satisfaction of knowing that she's safe. And that's all that really mattered.
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Atton, come on, you're not going to die. Not here, not now
She wants so desperately to believe it, and yet, she knows it's not true. It seems somewhat poetic in a way. A former Jedi killer turned Jedi Knight, dying in a place surrounded by darkness. The irony isn't lost on her.
You've lost alot of blood. Just stay still, I…I won't let you die.
Malachor is laughing at her. She can hear the very depths of the planet mocking her, laughing at the tragedy that is quickly unfolding before her eyes. The smell of death is in the air, and it's nearly causing her to gag. She keeps it down, not wanting him to see anything that would cause him to believe that its over. But yet, she knows that he already does.
Atton, you're not going to die! You hear me? It's not your time!
He's grinning a little bit, and it nearly causes her to smack him. She's grown so used to seeing that smile, that she almost forgets where they are. Shaking her head, she grabs the skin above where his heart is. The beat is starting to slow. Closing her eyes, she tries to concentrate and use the healing "gift" that everyone has always talked about.
I know, Atton. I've always known. You never had to say anything.
She can feel the tears starting to force their way out of the cracks between her eyes. Ignoring them, she focuses again on the heart, trying desperately to eradicate any sense of pain from his body. It's not working, and its making her want to scream until something inside of her explodes.
Atton? Atton?
His heart isn't beating, and she pours every amount of Force energy into his body, trying desperately to make him breathe again. There's blood on her hands, but she ignores it. It's not important. Her friend, her lover, is dying, and there's nothing she can do to stop it.
Damn it! Atton, ATTON!
She screams, her voice echoing through the core, slamming off of every wall, and infecting every nook and crack within the evil place. In front of her, Atton's eyes are starring into nothing. The tears are pouring down her face now.
It's not fair. Nothing ever is.
Why did you have to protect me?