It's not the cookies.

It's not the clock/date function.

And yet I still can't log into my account at home (this is coming from school)! FAQ's were of no help, neither is the Help Desk.

So, anybody who reads me, do please provide aid!!

--J-K

(WARNING UNTO THE WATCHER: If you don't follow what's being said, just stop. If you really want to, ask for a translation. Should be easy enough, though...)

Dere's a new fella on mah list. Y'should 'member de list ah mean. Ayuh, ah'm tryin' ta soun' like 'im.

So, if'n y'look in mah faves, y'cin find him real easy-like. Ah t'ink he's still on de first page, him wit' dose dreameh red eyes and L'isiana accent and smatt'rin's of French...and dem cards'f his! 'Specially when 'e gits 'em all chahged up an' dey glow...even bettah when dey explode.

Ah mean, wut girl out dere wouldn't lahke gettin' called 'cherie' and flirted wit'?! 'S lahke 'e's a bruthah of dat Att'n Rand, jus' South'n stahle. 'Cuz 'e's got de jacket - tho it's a coat, but dat's no matta - an' 'e's got de scoundrel part down pat!

D'ya know who ah mean yet? Jus' go look. Oh, an' while y'at it, go'n see'im in 'is new moveh. Comin' out'n a week'r five... But, if'n ya run inta 'im before den, tell 'im lil' ol' Jax Solo says hi.

(An' also dat him'n'dat Rogue're a sweet couple, but dere's othah ladies out dere, homme.)

Okay, so I'm a nerd. I bought myself the Star Wars: The Best of PC set over Christmas break, so I could take lovely pics of my KOTOR chars (as my belvoed camera mysteriously vanished :sniffle: ). But as I was escaping Taris, I discovered the first major difference between Xbox and PC versions.

On Xbox, the Hawk's shields do not die.

On PC, they do.

I got blown up four times before my reflexes kicked in and I kicked shebs. Go me. But I tried out the invulnerability cheat. Didn't work. But that's okay, as I have kicked arse on Xbox without cheats. But there are the cheats for stuff. Stuff that I muchly want without either wasting credits (Cassus Fett's armor for Jak) or waiting until the end of the game and never getting to break it in (Star Forge robes for Aidan Jinn, LSM Revvie).

I tested out one of the cheats.

I didn't get robes. Or an implant that I tested.

I got kriffin', undescribed, useless GRENADES. Now, normally, I love grenades. But I'll be damned if I get a useless piece of osik when I wanted the best robes in the whole gorram game.

And I'm desperate. I want stuff.

So, if anyone has had this problem, and managed to get it fixed, do please share. If no one provides me good answers, then I shall have to muscle through the old-fashioned way and be patient. *Shoulder-Yoda scolds on lack of patience. Shoulder-Vader stabs him*

--Jax, out.

Brief summary: What I got here is a pre-KOTOR 1 fic with Jak (*adores*), Jaq (not in this chapter but is main char, YAY!), and, but of course, Revan ( ). And, no, not like in 'Fight Club' where it's internal conflict. Jak adn Revan: two muchleh separate identities. Enjoy!
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“I’m tired of being what you want me to be,
Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface....”
--Linkin Park, ‘Numb’

Verse 1, part 1: Taken

The cantina was quiet, and there was a definite lack of sizzle in the air, but she didn’t care. She had money, honestly stolen cash credits, and now she could have her first real meal in...days? Weeks? Maybe months? It didn’t matter. She flashed a smile at the bartender despite her ratty clothes and rail-thin body before she placed her order: a bottle of juma, a few slices of bread and – she felt so brave – a small serving of trandalon ribs. After weeks alone on the streets, no gang and no brother, she deserved a meal like this. It was a feast.

She didn’t have a name as far as she was aware of, but she didn’t really care so long as she wasn’t caught by the authorities and that she always had a roof over her head. But she used to be a leader of her own swoop gang, right there with her brother as second. No one had questioned them, because they had been the best. And then those gorram Black Vulkars....

Don’t think like that. Dad always warned against anger. You did what you could. Now move on!

She ate her meal passionately, not caring how bad the rib sauce got splattered over her face because she mopped it up with the bread. It wasn’t too long later – plate empty and stomach full for the first time in a very long time – that she was casually sipping out of the juma bottle and feeling on top of the world. But her good mood vanished when she spotted the hooded woman she had seen at the docks.

The woman she’d just stolen the credits for her recently-finished dinner from. Immediately, the former jock put the bottle onto the bar, elbows propped next to it, and hiding her face as best as she could. But the lady wasn’t interested in her. Mercifully, she was talking to other cantina patrons, and they nodded agreeably as they talked. Most left right away; a few others paid off their tabs. Still, she paid no interest in the thief, and she was so very thankful for it.

At least, she was until two Vulkar thugs came up to the now-seated woman. She frowned, slipping off her stool, both in curiosity and in...so very faintly, anger. Vengeance. Dad had never said anything about vengeance.

I’m sorry, Dad. Just lemme have this break, and I’ll be a real good girl ‘til you come home. Promise on the grave of Arden Lyn!

She crept up behind the Vulkars, listening, waiting in the shadows. The lady was either clueless or really, really brave. But it got worse when one of them – a red-skinned Devaronian, pointy teeth bared in what approximated to a smile – turned to grin at her. She didn’t smile back.

“’Ey, lookit! There’s another!” he declared to his friend, jostling his gaze free of the other lady. “One fer each of us!”

“Dis ain’t yer day,” she growled, voice thickly smothered with her Coronet accent and bad way of talking, and the two Vulkars stared at her for awhile. Perfect opening.

Instantly, she jumped up, kicking out at the other Vulkar as she jabbed her fist into the other one’s chin. They were so bad, they were both out cold before she returned to the ground, fists raised. She took a couple deep breaths, slowly letting her tiny lick of anger, of vengeance for taking away her kid brother, subside, back into nothingness. But the lady was now on her feet, cold blue eyes watching her.

“Why did you do that?” she asked, and the thief blinked. Obviously, she didn’t recognize her as the pickpocket from earlier. Eventually, she lowered her fists and turned to face her, sighing faintly while she eyed the lady.

“Dey took mah brother,” she answered crisply, wiping her hands on what was left of her pants. “Their gang. I ain’t gonna let’em take anybody no more.” She eyed her for a long time, long enough that she started back for the bar and her unfinished juma. But the thief was followed back, and the lady sat down next to her.

“How would you like to have a job?” The thief glanced at the woman out of the corner of her eye. A job? Something to do? There was only one thing she knew how to do, and that was race.

“What’d I be doin’? Would I git ta race?”

“Bodyguard, I would expect,” the lady answered, “and plenty of the other troopers enjoy racing.” She frowned as the lady unwrapped the scarf from around her head, revealing shoulder-length black hair, blue eyes that were almost black...her own face. The former swoop racer stared at her for a long while, a lick of anger boiling up. Dad, you’d never betray Mom like that....

“Did mah daddy git ‘nuther woman?” she asked. She didn’t want to add that the lady looked more familiar than just because they looked alike. “Are you mah sister?” The lady laughed slightly, and it sent a chill down her spine for some reason.

“No, I don’t think so.”

“Oh,” she muttered slightly, taking a sip from her juma bottle. She kicked her feet in silence for a moment, thinking. A job. But if she left, she’d be breaking her promise to Dad to stay on Corellia until he came home again. Eventually, she mustered enough courage to ask, “Why should I come wit’cha?”

“Well, I would think you wanted a better life, not counting those fifty credits,” she answered. The thief gulped silently and eyed her empty plate. She knew. “You might as well enjoy them.”

“Whuzzat mean?” she asked, keeping her gaze firmly on the table. She didn’t trust this lady, not at all. “A...a better life.”

“Well, look around! Look at you,” the lady began. “Obviously, you’re smart and courageous. If you used to swoop race, then you’re talented and gutsy. This is no place for someone like you.” The racer scowled faintly, glaring at the lady and jumping off the stool. How dare she! How dare she insult my city, my place!

“I like it here!” she barked sharply, shaking her finger. “Dis’s where I were born! Mah home!” The lady was startled, but she stayed seated, watching her. It was scary, to look into her own face and see such emptiness there. No smile, no sparkle...it scared her.

“Didn’t you ever want to leave? See other places, different worlds?”

“No!” the thief growled. Can’t break my promise. Can’t leave when Dad told me to stay. “I talked’a spacers! They tol’ me I were damn lucky ta not’ve left yet!” Coronet was home, would always be. There was no way she’d leave, willingly or no, until her father came back. Then they’d go rescue her brother and settle someplace to live happily ever after. The lady looked only slightly downcast, and the thief smirked to herself. Never had someone tell ya ‘no’ right off, have you?

She turned to head back for her little den near the docks when the lady’s voice cut through the air like a knife, saying, “You don’t have a family, do you?”

The former racer stopped dead, whirling around. How did she know?! She tried to hide her shock and deep ache for her dad and her brother behind a cold scowl. “None yer busy-ness.” But you’re right. I got nobody but me. At least I trust me.

The lady slid elegantly from her stool and gently put a hand on her shoulder. It felt like her whole arm had been stuck into a block of ice. “You know, I didn’t have a family either. But now I do.”

“Like a gang?” the former jock asked. She’d had a gang; they’d been like family, too. The lady smiled; it was like a sand panther eyeing her for a snack.

“Better. An army. All the soldiers are like my brothers and sisters.”

Armies. She’d heard the HoloNet reports, a few...years, she surmised, ago. Fighting against the Mandalorians, out on the Rim, names like Revan and Alek labeled as heroes, figures like Mandalore set up as evil, sinister barbarians who wanted nothing more than to gut everything in sight. Armies hurt people, not just themselves. Wars hurt everyone. And she would know, because she had waged her own wars, against other gangs. And she told the lady so. She called her smart.

“Do you have a name?”

“....Used ta,” she muttered quietly. Her memory was mostly dependent on races and her family. So long as she was in a bike, or her father and brother were nearby, she’d remember. But neither had been nearby for...a long time.

“I bet I can find it for you,” the lady said quietly. “I know lots of people who know lots of things.”

“Wouldja find mah fam-lee?” The lady nodded, and, for a moment, her heart soared. She would find her brother, they would find Dad and they’d all come back here.... I’m sorry for breaking my promises again, Dad. But I’m comin’ for you. And you’ll be so proud of me! “Den I’ll go. I...I want mah fam-lee.”

She hadn’t cried for a long time, but she welcomed the tears. Dad told her to not hide it if she felt hurt, or sad, so that way he could help her feel better. The cold spread around her shoulders as the lady put an arm around her, but she fought back the cold by giving the lady the warmest hug she could muster.

They walked out of the cantina, and she didn’t look back.
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And, yesh, I used LP's lyrics for chapter headers. >D

--Jax, out!

BIRTHDAY COUNTDOWN: 1 month and two days!

Because I haven't written in ages.

1: JAK DONAR: KOTOR I/II, Scoundrel/Jedi Guardian. Canon Revvie in all fics. HOWEVER, her newest fic idea, in conjunction with :Tatooine92:'s Revan (better known and adored as Lire Dakaar), has her NOT as Revan, but Revan's bodyguard, Shadow. It eventually morphs into the long-while planned KOTOR/Firefly fic, with Jak/Mal luv. Full crossover details HERE: [link]

2: KIRAY FETT: KOTOR II, Jedi Guardian/Weaponmaster, Mando!Exile, canon Exile. Eh, not much to say. BUT Forgiven at the site above is TWO CHAPS AWAY FROM COMPLETION!! Do please go review! If you no haz account, then just sign with your dA name and I'll get back to ya here!

3: KELARY RAND: ENTIRELY REWORKED PROFILE!! Former Special Ops soldier with the Browncoats! With Jedi-like weapons! ANnd mind influence! The rest of this is soon to be plotted out!

4: LARRA FETT/ARC MAJOR T-0: Yeah, Lar's gotten a major promotion. Uh, yeah, ZL's been officially canned, but, now with RC4 out (*refuses to call it by real title*) I have plans. Go me! *snerk*

5: ANDY STARK/MINA: Y'all know them! And, once IB is officially done here, the love of it will be spread to FF.net! Chappie ten's nearly done, no worries!

6: AMI RYEN: New char!! Ahem. So! Ami. Yes, she actually is Revan, unlike Jak. She's also a time-travel-fic-person (sorta) and has luv with an Omegaaaaa....*refuses to say who*

7: TARA KARIK: Another new char! G/LSF Exile for the apparent K2/Firefly crossover. A cool-headed Guardian with more than one part missing to her. And a disgruntled competitor eyeing her place. With Atton luv and angst!

And, apart from folks in other fics (ie., Derek, Chev, and Sevvie), that be everyone! Love 'em or hate 'em, they're MINE!!!

--J-K, out!