First off sorry about the delay, anyone who reads this, last week was a clusterfuck and then I decided to change my update schedule to Sunday in order to give myself more time to work.
Without further ado: a whole bunch of conversation:
Kreia shows up on the Ebon Hawk with no real explination:
As the Ebon Hawk flies away the Harbinger attacks.
Atton: If they hit us, we're dead! But if they keep missing us, we're dead! That's great odds.
T3: *a bunch of useless beeping*
Atton: Somebody shut that trash compactor up!
Exile: Can we jump to hyperspace?
Atton: Not with all of these asteroids around us. We'd enter hyperspace in pieces. We have to clear that field first. Thing is, we clear the field, and they're going to have a clear shot at us.
Exile: Isn't there anything you can do?
Atton: I'm doing all I can, and that's not enough. What did you do to make these guys so mad? Now they either hit us and destroy us, or they hit an asteroid and make this whole field go nova.
Now we get the first real moral choice. Do you shoot the asteroids, blowing up the entire system or do you run like a little bitch?
Exile: There's got to be another way. Keep evading them until we clear the field, and we'll jump to hyperspace.
Atton: Hold on this is going to get rocky.
The planet explodes regardless of what you pick and we successfully jump into hyperspace.
Atton: Because between assassin droids, a Sith lord that looks like he sleeps with vibroblades, and being target practice for a Republic warship, I was better off in my cell.
Kreia: The Republic warship was the Harbinger. It was seized on it's way to Telos by the Sith - they were looking for you, Jedi.
Exile: Why are they looking for me>
Kreia: Because you are the last of the Jedi, once you are dead they will have won.
Exile: But I was exiled from the Jedi Order.
Kreia: Exile or not - the Sith believe you to be a Jedi Knight, and that is all the matter.
Exile: But those Jedi that survived, what happened to them.
Kreia: Many Jedi blamed the teachings of the Jedi masters for Revan's fall... and for the civil war that followed. The Jedi Academy on Dantooine is nothing more than a crater that echoes with the ghosts of dead Jedi. And the Jedi temple on Coruscant lies empty. The waters in the Room of a Thousand Fountains have fallen still, in reverence to the fallen Jedi... and those now lost.
Exile: Then the Jedi are dead, gone... and good riddance.
Kreia: Perhaps, but they are Jedi no longer. If the Sith have not already slain them, them they will not help you, nor can you help them.
Exile: Before, you said that the Harbinger was on its way to Telos?
Kreia: Yes, to aid in the recovery effort there. Many roads lead to Telos - including ours.
Atton: Like we have a choice, the Peragus astrogation charts being what they are.
Kreia: It is where we must go... and where the Harbinger was bound before our unfortunate encounter on Peragus.
Exile: Care to explain how you tracked me down?
Kreia: You were difficult to find, but... coincidence was on our side. When I learned that you were on the vessel, I knew the Sith would not be far behind. When we intercepted the Harbinger, it was crippled, drifting in space. It was a simple matter to board the vessel and rescue you. Unknown to me, however, the Sith were already on board. Just as we made the jump to hyperspace, they fired upon us, nearly destroying the Ebon Hawk.
Exile: That's an unusual set of coincidences.
Kreia: True - but as one trained in the Force, you know true coincidences are rare.
Exile: How did we get to Peragus?
Kreia: I do not know how the Ebon Hawk was able to make it to Pe-
T3: *more annoying beeping*
Kreia: Be silent! We're having a conversation here!
T3: *annoying beeps that wont ever stop*
Exile: He says that he repaired the ship and got us to Peragus.
Atton: Repaired this ship, my eye. Next thing you know it's going to claim credit for saving our skins. If that little noisemaker says it repaired the ship once, it can prove it by doing it again. Go on get!
T3: *won't stop with the beeping*
Exile: So how come I don't remember you rescuing me?
Kreia: Whatever occured on board the Harbinger had rendered you unconcious. Though your thoughts were faint, I was still able to find you... sealed in one of the cargo holds.
Exile: What do you think you should do?
Kreia: We cannot hope to to triumph against them alone. To stop them, you will need weapons, allies, and... a teacher. In the end, I fear it may not be enough.
Exile: What do you mean?
Atton: Look, enough with the "we" already.
Kreia: You fought in the Mandalorian Wars, and it cost you everything. Are you willing to sacrifice as much again?
Exile: Is there someplace we can hide? Or run to?
Atton: That's the first smart thing I've heard since you two started talking.
Kreia: For a time, yes. Telos may be such a place - all our paths seem to lead us there. Perhaps there, if you are willing. I can train you, help you survive a while longer.
Exile: And we let them come to us, set a trap for them.
Kreia: You are not listening to me. This is not like any field of battle you have ever fought in. Think carefully on your choice. If you choose to fight, if you choose war, it is a path few turn from once the first steps are taken. It carries with it a terrible price. And in the end, you may find you have nothing left to sacrifice.
Exile: I turned away from war once, I can do it again.
Kreia: Pah, like many Jedi, you hear, but you do not listen. You have much to learn. But we have spoken long enough - and my wound pains me. If you have other questions, find me in the crew quarters... there we will speak more.
Kreia: Also, in private, we will be mercifully free from opinions of imbeciles and fools.
Atton: Look, uh, not that I care or anything, but you might want to go check on our passenger -especially with that hand of hers.
Exile: I'm sure she can take care of herself.
Atton: I think she was barely keeping it together - I'm surprised she's able to stand with all that pain rolling off of her.
Exile: What are you talking about?
Atton: Are you blind? If I were her I would be screaming like a stuck mynock. Well, I mean a very strong, manly mynock. I think she's too proud to show weakness... especially in front of you.
Exile: That's odd.
Atton: Is it? In case you hadn't noticed, she won't say two words to me, but she'll talk your ear off any chance she gets. What you think matters to her... a lot. She wants you to respect her. Besides, we haven't got much else to do until Telos.
Exile: When did you get so sensitive?
Atton: Oh, don't give me that. All it takes is being around people enough to read them. You should try it sometime.
Exile: You're right, she maybe in pain - I'll see if can go help.
That is all for now. Next time: Moar exposition and just a hint of:
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