Passage - KotOR 2 LS Exile and Jaq or "Scary" Atton

Disclaimer: All characters, etc. from the game Star Wars Knights of the Old Republic II belong to Obsidian Ent. and LucasArts.

A/N: Where to begin? The idea for this story came to me while I was writing some fluff in order to meet a challenge. I've been meaning to rework one of my earlier stories, Fall, and I thought maybe it would be interesting to actually imagine Atton "breaking" the Exile completely. So that, in addition to my sick need to write something evil after writing fluffy Atton, has inspired the need in me to attempt my first very big project. We'll see how this goes. I'll try to get this wrapped up in a timely manner, but I do plan on making sure it isn't rushed; I want to have a firm grasp on things in my head before I put it down, otherwise I'll just end up with a mess like I did with the aforementioned Fall.

Warning time: this is not in any way, shape, or form, going to be canon. It's going to be dark, disturbing, violent, and it will probably end up with sexual content and mature language (I'm sure I'll end up going there eventually). Please don't read this if any of that sounds like it's going to bother you. I'd prefer not to have to deal with any more BS in my reviews. I'd like to hear about my writing, not about how my story doesn't fit into the Star Wars Universe.


Jaq set the coordinates in the Ebon Hawk's navicomputer, then leaned back in his seat as he felt the ship make the jump to hyperspace.

His orders were to return to Citadel Station on Telos to pick up Jade's zabrak friend, Bao-Dur, and head on to Dantooine from there to meet up with the first of four Jedi Masters.

But Jaq was through following orders.

They weren't headed where they were supposed to be. And perhaps even now the old woman on board could sense that something was wrong.

It didn't matter. He'd take care of her in good time.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out his handkerchief. It was old now, worn ragged around the edges, and not quite white any more. Bloodstained, but clean. He let the texture of it slide across his fingers, deciding that the fact that it was worn was a good thing. Made it softer. He reached back into his jacket, heading for an inner pocket this time, and found his vial of knock-out drops. These were special. They had to be; Jedi could hold their breath almost indefinitely, and most could withstand all matter of poisons. He held it up to the dim light of the cockpit and saw that there was still enough left inside to take out an entire Republic military unit. He lightly shook the bottle, swirling the murky contents. As it settled back into the bottom of the vial, he twisted the cap, and using the dropper built into the lid, he carefully extracted three drops, letting them fall onto the folds of the handkerchief. Replacing the vial back inside his jacket, he stood up, stretching the muscles in his arms and legs. He let his head roll back on his neck and tucked the hanky into the back pocket of his pants, where he'd be able to get to it in a hurry.

Turning, he made his way back to the engine room where he could hear Jade softly talking to their resident trash can, T3. He stopped in the doorway, and watched as she stared with rapt attention at a holo recording that featured a man in a bad jacket talking about how he didn't think he was going to make it. She was on her knees, her eyes wide, as the program terminated. She looked up at him, shaking her head in disbelief.

"I still can't believe that all this has happened. The woman I once knew... how could she have changed so much?"

He helped her to her feet. They left T3, and began walking down the hallway as she talked. "And to think, she was given a second chance. What could possibly have made her return to the Sith again?"

Jaq sighed. He hated talking about Revan. "She probably remembered everything that made it her decision the first time around."

"I suppose." She was so distracted, so lost in her thoughts that the timing couldn't have been better. He headed in the direction of the starboard dormitory, and unconsciously, she followed. She kept talking, but Jaq was no longer listening. He was getting ready, now. They stopped in the doorway to the dorm, and Jade turned to look up at him. She was so beautiful. Deceivingly small, for she was strong, she had long dark hair that she kept in a braid that was as thick as Jaq's wrist. She had soft, pale skin, and dark eyes, with full, tempting lips. Her expressive eyebrows were raised as she talked, a dainty hand propped on her right hip.

Jaq reached out, and softly trailed the back of his fingers across her tiny wrist, and up to the skin of her arm. She stopped talking, blushing a bit at his attention.

He made his move.

He turned his hand and grasped her arm, pulling her back up against his chest.


His other hand jerked the kerchief out of his pants pocket, and he covered her face in it, pulling her back against his body as he stepped fully into the empty room. She was still for a moment, then began to struggle against him like a wild thing.

"Sh... it's alright, Sweets. Just breathe it in." His hand was big enough to envelop her entire face with the linen, and she writhed, her muffled voice sounding outraged as she fought to free herself.

Jaq had done this too many times. It was hopeless for her. He just needed to hold on for the ride. Her body gave a few more violent twists and squirms, but then he felt the languidness begin to wash over her, as she relaxed against him. He looked down into her face, watching her eyelashes flutter in a final bid for consciousness.

And then she was out.

He reached back with his right hand, and shoved the hanky back into his pants, then hit the door control. Wouldn't do to have that noisey astromech come upon them like this.

He sild his supporting left arm down around her, and picked her up in his arms, carrying her to one of the bunks. He set her down sofly, making her as comfortable as possible. He'd used enough drops to keep her under until he'd taken care of the other details and gotten her back to his place.

Before he left the room, he stood there a moment, looking down upon her sleeping face.

He felt calm, collected. This was what he lived for. He was a bit out of practice now, sure, but the things he did had become like second nature. And never had his mark been so important.

There was something about Jade. Something he felt whenever he was with her. She fed off of people. The people they killed. But she also gave something back to those closest to her. She made Jaq stronger. With each person they fought; the mercs on Telos, the droids on Peragus, he could feel the power grow, inside of Jade, but also echoing within himself. He knew it.

He didn't doubt that with Jade, he could tap his full potential, and end up stronger than he ever could on his own.

She was strong. Stronger than even Revan had been, in a way. But she was naive. Too trusting. She didn't know how things really were in the universe. She didn't know that if she continued helping people, it would all come back to bite her in the end.

He would show her the way. The way to make it, and be strong. Eliminate anyone or anything that got in the way. No fear, no compassion, no mercy.

He would make sure she was good and broken.

Then he was going to keep her.