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Disclaimer: Bioware owns KotOR, not me. I can still dream though.

Description: A young teen is pulled from his own reality through an occurrence of one in a million, and misfortune has deemed him responsible for fixing things in a different reality. Despite being in a world some would kill to visit, he realizes he is in way over his head and wishes to return home. But not before he sets thing right, or dies trying.

Hey everyone. Boy am I going to have fun with this. I was just playing some Knights of the Old Republic and this Idea popped in my head. Especially since I've been reading some KotOR Fanfics such as "Displacement of the Old Republic" and "KotOR Misadventures". Both of which are excellent stories and I would highly suggest reading them.

Now this is mostly and experiment, a pilot perhaps. I'm gonna write a few chapters and if I get into the flow of it and begin to really enjoy myself then I will definitely continue. Of course reviews would be a nice confidence boost, so if you would be so kind.

Alright now I'll leave you to your reading. Please enjoy.

The Wrong Man in the Right Place

Chapter 1: Must Be Dreaming

Another growl of frustration echoed throughout my house for the umpteenth time today as I tossed another useless item back into my closet. If it had a door I would slam it, but it's a big open closet so I instead ran my hands through my hair in an attempt to calm down. Doing so reminded me that I really need a haircut. It's not long, but I just prefer a short cut.

Pacing back and forth in my small room, I tried once again to remember where I had last seen it. I know it's been months since I used it but this was getting ridiculous. For two hours I had been practically turning the whole house upside down looking for a simple item. An old copy of Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic. I mean I have two of them and just finding one is impossible.

It's a Friday night and I have the whole house to myself. I wanted nothing more than to just kick it old school and play my favorite childhood game. But no, life just loves to mess with me. It's the same thing every time. I'll see something every day and not care, but the second I want it. Poof, it's gone. Then I'll spend a long time searching for it until I deem it lost forever or eventually find it. It may seem like nothing to get worked up about, but it always happens.

I stop my pacing and consider checking my game draw again even though that's been done half a dozen times already. It's obviously not there. Wait! I step over to my dresser and look between it and the wall. 'Too dark.' I push the dresser away from the wall, being careful not to knock over the numerous things piled on top of it. I get excited once I see the classic green side of an Xbox game case. Reaching in I snatch it up and flip it over.

"Hell yeah!"

I see the ever familiar front cover of KotOR looking right back at me. After pushing the dresser back I open the tray on my 360. Sure it's glitchy as hell but my original Xbox broke. Picking the game case back up I crack it open and feast my eyes upon… Tetris. I've really got to stop mixing game cases. I groan loudly at the unfairness. Closing the case I just toss it randomly behind me and shut my 360 off.

I flop onto my bed lazily and start rubbing the bridge of my nose. I got glasses recently and they cause what I like to call "Phantom sensation". Basically even when they're off, it still feels like I'm wearing them. Oh well, at least now I can see long distances. I turn my head and stare at the screen of my laptop, which had an unfinished Microsoft Word document open. Sitting up momentarily I close it. I'm definitely not in the mood to do any writing.

Pulling out my Android I use the Facebook app to see if anything eventful has happened. 'Let's see. New dog, party this weekend, and someone just broke up.' Nope nothing. I yawn as I slide it back into my pocket. It wasn't dark out, but that wouldn't stop me from taking a quick nap, especially since I can't help but stay up till 3am almost every time. Closing my eyes I allow myself to slowly drift into the deep depths of sleep.

All dark and silent. Nothing like any dreams I ever had. But then muffled voices became audible.

"Are you sure this is wise, he is obviously not fit for a position of this much importance."

"He is our best and only hope; there was no time to do a proper search."

"Very well. Then we will just have to hope that he does not fail, or this universe is doomed and that we cannot allow."

"Indeed, however do not fret. I am positive that he will pull through."

Then a blinding light consumed everything, confusing my mind even more. The sensation of falling overtook me, causing extreme panic. The feeling was unlike anything I had ever experienced. It was fascinating and terrifying at the same time, overwhelming me entirely. Until…

"Ahh!"

I shot up from my sleeping position, breathing heavily as I clutched my chest and eyed my body to make sure I was all there. I sigh with relief as I realize it was all fabricated within my subconscious. Hell of a twisted one.

"Just a dream." I say reassuringly, quelling my fast heartbeat. I usually don't have such dreams as that, very strange. I can't remember the last time I had a falling dream and I wouldn't mind going without another one any time soon. That was a doozy.

Swinging my legs over the bed I pushed myself off. However the loud clang of metal puzzled me as I place my feet on the floor. Looking down I discover that the floor is indeed metal.

"What the…?"

I scan the rest of the room as well, only to find that it as well was made of dark metal. Stepping towards what looked to be a couch I felt my way around. 'What is this place?' I wondered.

My foot bumped into something which caused me to look down. What I saw was something I hadn't expected. A dark skinned man in a grey uniform lay motionless before me. A large, bloody gash across his chest didn't leave any doubt as to what his condition was.

I stumbled away from the corpse and sputtered in surprise. "Wha-what the?" I was too distracted to notice a whoosh sound behind me or the sudden appearance of light.

"Faaaahhh!"

The next thing I knew, I was on my back looking up at another metal wall or ceiling I should say. However this one was a shiny silver. I lifted my head to find I was tripped by a pile of metal and wires. Sitting up I nursed the back of my head where I'd hit the floor.

Almost immediately my ears were assault by a startling yet familiar foreign language. My head snapped up and I came face to face with a red eyed, blue skinned, big headed alien. I opened my mouth but any noise got caught as I stared at the strange creature. He spoke his language again pointing at me as he did.

My mouth opened and closed like a fished and I shook my head as I tried to wrap my mind around the situation. He-she-it looked at me like I was crazy. Maybe I am.

"I-I'm sorry but I don't understand you."

He-er whatever nodded his head and held a hand out. I hesitated but grabbed it and pulled myself up. He said something again in his native tongue and began dragging the pile of scrap that I had previously tripped over into the dark room. Saying something to me he pointed at another pile of metal, I took that as a sign to help him.

I reached down and began dragging the heavy object into the room. As I did so I noticed the limb shaped appendages hanging from it, and that's when it hit me. A droid! I thought all of this looked familiar. After pulling it into the room I looked at the alien again and recognized it as well.

'Oh what were they called? Rodians-no Duros, yeah that's it!'

I must still be dreaming. This is all from KotOR, I recognize this area. It's the apartments on Taris, and this is where you get attacked in the game by a Sith patrol. Geez I was way too stressed out about finding that game if it's messing with my dreams.

The Duros spoke some more and promptly left after a small wave goodbye. I guess he was saying thanks or something. This dream was extremely vivid. I sat down and looked at the body on the floor. Well I've become aware that this is a figment of my imagination so now would usually be the time I wake up and forget all about what took place.

However I just sat there for a few seconds while nothing happened. I tried concentrating on waking up but the aching in the back of my head was distracting. Wait! Aching as in pain? But that's not possible in a dream. Sometimes there may be a little simulated pain but this was very real.

That meant. "Oh no no no, don't even go there. That's not possible; I'm just having the most realistic dream ever."'

I stood up quickly and slapped myself in the face none too softly. Yep that hurt. I rubbed my cheek gently as I paced back and forth across the apartment. Seeing a separate room which appeared to be a washroom, I raced to it and found a sink. The knobs were weird but I pushed one and water began gushing out of the faucet.

I cupped my hand under it and proceeded to splash water on my face a few time. Looking up I saw myself in the mirror in front of me. My brown hair was matted down from the water and my blue eyes stared intensely back at me.

"This is some crazy shit you got yourself into Trevor."

A/N

Well what did you think? I'd like to know so feel free to review.

I hope I did a decent enough job on the starter chapter. Of course I intend on making the other chapters longer than this so don't worry. I'm actually looking forward to this. Sad thing is that the part with the game cases was actually true. Stupid Tetris, now I'm going to have to use the PC version for references and I personally prefer the Xbox.

Well that's about all I can think of at the moment. So keep fighting the Good Fight.

Peace!