You Might Die
by: Sam Lincoln
Summary: In a rebuilding galaxy a disparate band of adventurers try to solve the ultimate mystery. Where is Revan?
Spoilers: Both Kotor games will be gleefully spoiled
You Might Die Trying: Prologue
To change the world, start with one step. However small, the first step is hardest of all.
The woman was sitting alone in a bar on Nar Shadaa when a cloaked figure sat down next to her. "I was wondering when you would come for me," the woman said without looking up from her drink.
"It's not like that," a feminine voice said from underneath the cloak.
"Oh it's not huh," the woman retorted. "I thought you were the Council's lapdog."
The cloaked woman gave a short laugh, "You don't know me very well. I am not here on Council business."
"Then why are you here?"
"I need a bounty hunter," the cloaked woman said.
"You must not know me that well," Mira said. "I got out of that business. I'm one of you now," she waved her lightsaber in the other woman's face.
"And you're doing such a good job of it," the cloaked woman said. She stared disapprovingly at the glass of Corellian Brandy sitting on the table
"What can I say, I had a lousy teacher." The woman finished her drink. "Just out of curiosity, who's the mark?"
"Revan," Bastila Shan said as she pushed back the hood of her cloak. "I'm going to find Revan and I need your help."
"Revan huh, that's a pretty tall order. From what I heard he doesn't want to be found."
"Revan can be remarkably stubborn and doesn't always know what's best for him," Bastila said. "He is in great danger and needs my help."
"How do you know he's still alive?"
"I know," Bastila said in a voice that did not encourage debate.
"It's not going to be easy," Mira noted. "The Unexplored Regions don't come by their name lightly. You better have a fast ship and a good pilot."
"I have both, my crew is already assembled, all I need now is a tracker."
"And what makes you think I'm going to tag along on this harebrained scheme of yours?"
"I can pay, quite handsomely I might add."
"It's not about the credits, I told you, I'm out of that game."
"Then help me because it presents your best chance to find the Exile," Bastila said. "I know you've been looking for him, and I know that he went after Revan. Wherever Revan is the Exile is sure to be there as well."
Mira stared at Bastila for a long moment. "Alright, fine. When do we leave?"
"As soon as you're ready," Bastila replied.
-to be continued-
-author's notes: This is vaguely a sequel to my earlier Kotor story, "Trouble," but the two are not inexorably linked. Chapter one is in the process of being proof-read and chapter two is about halfway done.