I don't own Star Wars or Knights of the Old Republic series. I do (possibly) own my version of the Exile. Star Wars belongs to George Lucas. The KOTOR series belongs to Bioware.

"T3, have you got the navicomputer unlocked yet?" the Exile asked, his voice coming from the cockpit.

T3-M4, his astromech companion, responded with quick, positive whistles and beeps. At that moment T3's assassin droid counterpart, HK-47, entered the cockpit.

"Complaint: Master, this little trashcan causes me pain in my audioreceptors, may I commence silencing it?" he asked. The Exile shook his head but, offered a counteroffer, "We still need T3 to fix up things for our journey. We both know you can't do it."

"Remark: Master, you have some skills in repairing mechanical objects. Request: Can't you fill that role master?" HK tried to bargain. "That's nice HK but, I'm the one piloting the ship with only the three of us here."

The Exile could tell HK was upset with his answer and HK headed back to the main hold to recharge.

The Exile sighed and turned his attention back to the controls. Suddenly, T3 entered into the cockpit and started whistling about his success in unlocking the navicomputer. The Exile smiled and patted T3's "head". "Finally, it's time to start this trip. Docking port authority controller 1138, I am now launching." the Exile spoke into the comm mike.

"Confirmed Ebon Hawk, we wish you luck. Farewell." the controller responded.

The Ebon Hawk engaged its sublight engines and slowly rose to hover over the ground, while retracting its landing gear. It slowly turned to face the open docking doors and blasted from the port and later out of the system. On a course to the Unknown Regions.

After T3 set the navicomputer on autopilot, the Exile retreated to the port dormitory, the living area of his former master Kreia or Darth Traya. As he settled in, he could feel the presence of the light, dark, and gray sides of the Force. He looked around at the supplies he gathered for his trip. Three lightsabers, two pistols, a Mandalorian heavy repeater, and tons of medpacs, repair kits, food, tools, and etc. After surveying the items on the list on the datapad, he set it down on a nearby crate and began to meditate.

He saw a hole in space which he was pulled into and saw the planets around him started to have colonies populating on them. They grew to cities and later large metropolises. He saw the temple of Coruscant slowly filling with new Jedi while the one at Dantooine grew obscured. Ruins of buildings became rebuilt and larger, and the people multiplying. A disturbance of the Force alerted him to a planet where many Jedi and Sith fought until the Sith created what Traya's Sith texts labeled a "thought bomb" and destroyed all, but two Sith escaped. He could not see much farther due to a veil cast on the galaxy, he sensed, radiated from..

Suddenly, he was jolted out of his vision and sensed something was wrong and rushed toward the cockpit.

He stumbled into the cockpit toward T3. "T3, what's happening I was in the middle of..."

He then saw the gaping swirling, multi-colorful maw of space.

"Oh sithspit! T3 have sublight engines to reverse thrust while I try to get the hyperdrive working!" the Exile ordered as he sat in the pilot's chair and operated the console. T3 plugged in his scomp link into the ship computer. His head turned and frantically beeped.

"I don't know get the power from anywhere we need to get out of here!" A warning alarm came off. "No T3! Not the..."

The Ebon Hawk suddenly lost propulsion and started to fall into the wormhole. As the Exile and T3 comically screamed at their doom, HK came rambling into the cockpit saying "Complaint: Master it is already bad enough I came online without my power cells charged with you and the tin can screaming like a bunch of..."

The Ebon Hawk at that point was sucked into the wormhole and they both disappeared.

How'd I do for my first chapter ever?