Post by Shara on Nov 15, 2005 23:43:40 GMT
Oy, I was over at KOTOR fanmedia, there was a whole Atris hate thread beacause 'she's not human enough' and I, loving Atris as I do, and being extremely bored, decided to try to write abit of a fic... it's pathetic, yes, but I'll post it anyway... just to torment you guys if for nothing else. 
Before you say anything the Exile such as you see of him is modeled off the one I played (Male, unfortunetly. I can fix that later. 
) and yes, he was named Logan after Wolverine. I was tired, what can I say?
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A thick, gloomy silence had settled over the room of a Thousand Fountains, broken only by the gentle bell like sound of trickling water. It was a lovely sight that was unfortunately unnoticed by the room’s one lonely inhabitant.
The Echani Jedi Master Atris was settled cross-legged next to one of the many fountains, staring into the water as though she wasn’t really seeing it. There was a sadness radiating from the coldly beautiful woman that seemed to be infectious, fueling the gloom like wood fuels a flame.
‘The Exile…’
Earlier that day the Exile had gone before the council to face his trial and sentence. It was a meeting she felt would be engrained in her mind forever. Particularly her own words. Looking back now, she was ashamed of herself. She hadn’t behaved like a Jedi ought.
‘No one deserves execution. And even if they did, it is not for me to judge.’ She thought, eyes fluttering closed. ‘Especially not of him. He was my friend once, in spite of all that’s happened…’
Her anger flared back to life at the thought.
‘He was my friend…. And he betrayed me. He betrayed the Jedi… everything.’
All for Revan. Oh how she hated that woman. She knew she shouldn’t, but she couldn’t help it.
Back when the Mandalorian Wars had begun, the Council had decreed that the Jedi would not get involved. There had been disagreements, Jedi who thought they should defend the Republic, but most had been prepared to obey the Council’s wishes. They were the wisest or the Order, after all, they had to have had a good reason for their actions.
And then one decided to take matters into her own hands… Revan. Ignoring the Council’s orders she had left to fight, taking several others with her. Many admired her for it, at first. She led the Republic to victory after victory, driving the Mandalorians out…. And then with victory in their grasp, Revan and his followers had disappeared. No one was quite certain what happened to them but the Council was positive some form of darkness had found Revan out their in the Outer reaches…
Only one of the Jedi who had left came back. The Exile, formerly Jedi Knight Logan Kai’Leq. And he came back a broken shell of a man, his connection to the Force lost. Even more so now than it was before. The Council exiled him. He could never come back.
‘My friend… my dearest friend… I tried to warn you… but you wouldn’t listen. Now look what’s happened. Curse that woman… and what she’s done to you…’
“Anger is not becoming of you, Master Jedi.” a masculine and painfully familiar voice sliced through her thoughts, jerking her from her reverie and back into the present.
“YOU!” Atris whirled around, lips twitching into a deep scowl. There stood the Exile, as ruggedly handsome as ever, though more care worn than she could ever remember seeing him. “What are you still doing here?! You were exiled, you’re supposed to be gone!”
“And you’re supposed to be a peace keeper. Yet here you are, snarling at me like an angry vixen, petitioning for my execution… really, that one hurt my feelings.”
“I have every right to snarl at -you- Exile.” Atris growled, scrambling to her feet. “You traitorous little….”
The Exile lifted a hand to silence her, looking bemused. “I wouldn’t finish that sentence, if I were you. It doesn’t sound very Jedi like, if you know what I mean. besides, I didn’t come here to argue. I just wanted to say good bye.”
“Then say it and be gone!”
“I do not wish to part from you in anger.” He took a step towards her. “And I don’t believe you want me to either.”
Atris shot him look that, if looks could kill, would drop him dead in a heart beat. “I don’t care! You’re nothing to me, Exile, nothing! I stopped caring a long time ago.”
The Exile smiled, an infuriatingly charming smile.
“Is that so? Then tell me, why is it that you’re carrying around my light saber?” he nodded at the ornately crafted light saber hilt that now hung from the Jedi Master’s belt. He’d been forced to surrender it to the Council upon his exile and had, on a whim, stabbed it into the heart of the stone that was the Council chamber’s center piece.
“Something had to be done with it. I couldn’t just leave it there…” Atris spluttered, resting her hand on the hilt as though noticing it for the first time.
“Do the other Masters know you took it?” the Exile asked, brows raised.
Atris flushed hotly, looking away.
“Didn’t think so.”
“They won’t miss it.” She said softly. “Besides, it’s…”
“Special?” the Exile supplied with a roguish grin.
“No.” She responded irritably. “It’s a reminder.”
“Of what?”
“Of what I must never allow myself to become.” She turned away from him, folding her arms across her chest.
“And what might that be?”
“A traitorous war mongering monster!”
The Exile was silent for a long moment. Then,
“You could have come with me, you know. When I left. I wanted you to come with me…”
“And I wanted you to stay. We don’t always get what we want, you of all people should know that.” Atris stole a quick glance at him, then looked away again with a shake of her head. “Wishful thinking, always that’s what it was. We could never have been more than friends, even if you had stayed… or if I’d gone… We’re… -I- am a Jedi.”
The Exile rested a gentle hand on her shoulder, leaning close. “If you had come, we would have been free to do what we wanted. Like now… it’s not too late you know. We could…”
“No, we couldn’t.” She turned to look at him, blue eyes gazing up him with a deep, saddening warmth that he had never before seen in their frosty depths. Always so cold, always so distant… Atris never let anyone in, never let anyone see her feelings… yet here was a little bit of her soul. He felt entranced by it. He could drown in the beauty of those eyes and he would die a happy man.
The expression was gone as quickly as it came, replaced by the typical icy coldness with a roaring anger blazing just below the surface. The Exile came back to himself with painful clarity, wishing the moment had lasted just a while longer.
“You think you can just come back and we’ll pick up where we left off? It doesn’t work that way, Logan. I’m not convinced it works at all.”
If not for the tone and the words it were used with, he would have been pleased to hear her use his name again. As it was…
“Atris…”
“No. Don’t start. We are done here. It’s time for you to go.” She turned on her heel, striding towards the entrance.
“I guess…. I guess you’re right. Oh, and Atris?”
Against her better judgment she came to a halt, though she did not turn around.
“Yes?”
“I’ll miss you.”
Atris closed her eyes, gnawing on her bottom lip.
“I will miss you also, Logan. May the Force be with you.”
And then she was gone.
Before you say anything the Exile such as you see of him is modeled off the one I played (Male, unfortunetly. I can fix that later. ) and yes, he was named Logan after Wolverine. I was tired, what can I say? ****************
A thick, gloomy silence had settled over the room of a Thousand Fountains, broken only by the gentle bell like sound of trickling water. It was a lovely sight that was unfortunately unnoticed by the room’s one lonely inhabitant.
The Echani Jedi Master Atris was settled cross-legged next to one of the many fountains, staring into the water as though she wasn’t really seeing it. There was a sadness radiating from the coldly beautiful woman that seemed to be infectious, fueling the gloom like wood fuels a flame.
‘The Exile…’
Earlier that day the Exile had gone before the council to face his trial and sentence. It was a meeting she felt would be engrained in her mind forever. Particularly her own words. Looking back now, she was ashamed of herself. She hadn’t behaved like a Jedi ought.
‘No one deserves execution. And even if they did, it is not for me to judge.’ She thought, eyes fluttering closed. ‘Especially not of him. He was my friend once, in spite of all that’s happened…’
Her anger flared back to life at the thought.
‘He was my friend…. And he betrayed me. He betrayed the Jedi… everything.’
All for Revan. Oh how she hated that woman. She knew she shouldn’t, but she couldn’t help it.
Back when the Mandalorian Wars had begun, the Council had decreed that the Jedi would not get involved. There had been disagreements, Jedi who thought they should defend the Republic, but most had been prepared to obey the Council’s wishes. They were the wisest or the Order, after all, they had to have had a good reason for their actions.
And then one decided to take matters into her own hands… Revan. Ignoring the Council’s orders she had left to fight, taking several others with her. Many admired her for it, at first. She led the Republic to victory after victory, driving the Mandalorians out…. And then with victory in their grasp, Revan and his followers had disappeared. No one was quite certain what happened to them but the Council was positive some form of darkness had found Revan out their in the Outer reaches…
Only one of the Jedi who had left came back. The Exile, formerly Jedi Knight Logan Kai’Leq. And he came back a broken shell of a man, his connection to the Force lost. Even more so now than it was before. The Council exiled him. He could never come back.
‘My friend… my dearest friend… I tried to warn you… but you wouldn’t listen. Now look what’s happened. Curse that woman… and what she’s done to you…’
“Anger is not becoming of you, Master Jedi.” a masculine and painfully familiar voice sliced through her thoughts, jerking her from her reverie and back into the present.
“YOU!” Atris whirled around, lips twitching into a deep scowl. There stood the Exile, as ruggedly handsome as ever, though more care worn than she could ever remember seeing him. “What are you still doing here?! You were exiled, you’re supposed to be gone!”
“And you’re supposed to be a peace keeper. Yet here you are, snarling at me like an angry vixen, petitioning for my execution… really, that one hurt my feelings.”
“I have every right to snarl at -you- Exile.” Atris growled, scrambling to her feet. “You traitorous little….”
The Exile lifted a hand to silence her, looking bemused. “I wouldn’t finish that sentence, if I were you. It doesn’t sound very Jedi like, if you know what I mean. besides, I didn’t come here to argue. I just wanted to say good bye.”
“Then say it and be gone!”
“I do not wish to part from you in anger.” He took a step towards her. “And I don’t believe you want me to either.”
Atris shot him look that, if looks could kill, would drop him dead in a heart beat. “I don’t care! You’re nothing to me, Exile, nothing! I stopped caring a long time ago.”
The Exile smiled, an infuriatingly charming smile.
“Is that so? Then tell me, why is it that you’re carrying around my light saber?” he nodded at the ornately crafted light saber hilt that now hung from the Jedi Master’s belt. He’d been forced to surrender it to the Council upon his exile and had, on a whim, stabbed it into the heart of the stone that was the Council chamber’s center piece.
“Something had to be done with it. I couldn’t just leave it there…” Atris spluttered, resting her hand on the hilt as though noticing it for the first time.
“Do the other Masters know you took it?” the Exile asked, brows raised.
Atris flushed hotly, looking away.
“Didn’t think so.”
“They won’t miss it.” She said softly. “Besides, it’s…”
“Special?” the Exile supplied with a roguish grin.
“No.” She responded irritably. “It’s a reminder.”
“Of what?”
“Of what I must never allow myself to become.” She turned away from him, folding her arms across her chest.
“And what might that be?”
“A traitorous war mongering monster!”
The Exile was silent for a long moment. Then,
“You could have come with me, you know. When I left. I wanted you to come with me…”
“And I wanted you to stay. We don’t always get what we want, you of all people should know that.” Atris stole a quick glance at him, then looked away again with a shake of her head. “Wishful thinking, always that’s what it was. We could never have been more than friends, even if you had stayed… or if I’d gone… We’re… -I- am a Jedi.”
The Exile rested a gentle hand on her shoulder, leaning close. “If you had come, we would have been free to do what we wanted. Like now… it’s not too late you know. We could…”
“No, we couldn’t.” She turned to look at him, blue eyes gazing up him with a deep, saddening warmth that he had never before seen in their frosty depths. Always so cold, always so distant… Atris never let anyone in, never let anyone see her feelings… yet here was a little bit of her soul. He felt entranced by it. He could drown in the beauty of those eyes and he would die a happy man.
The expression was gone as quickly as it came, replaced by the typical icy coldness with a roaring anger blazing just below the surface. The Exile came back to himself with painful clarity, wishing the moment had lasted just a while longer.
“You think you can just come back and we’ll pick up where we left off? It doesn’t work that way, Logan. I’m not convinced it works at all.”
If not for the tone and the words it were used with, he would have been pleased to hear her use his name again. As it was…
“Atris…”
“No. Don’t start. We are done here. It’s time for you to go.” She turned on her heel, striding towards the entrance.
“I guess…. I guess you’re right. Oh, and Atris?”
Against her better judgment she came to a halt, though she did not turn around.
“Yes?”
“I’ll miss you.”
Atris closed her eyes, gnawing on her bottom lip.
“I will miss you also, Logan. May the Force be with you.”
And then she was gone.
