<div align="center">Knights of the Old Republic<br/><br/><em>It has been five years since the Jedi Exile defeated Darth Sion, Darth Nihilus and Darth Treya, five years since the second destruction of Malachor V. But the Sith have not been stopped, were once there was three leaders to the sith, now there is dozens. Splinters cell fight for power and dominance, a fractured Republic has little defense. Its only true hope is either for the Sith to destroy themselves, or maybe the force will lead Revan and The Exile back into known space and save the Republic.<br/><br/>The former allies of The Exile, Atton Rand, Brianna, Mical and others have been training their own padawans, but they are too few in number to contend with the Sith and chiefly the most powerful of the Sith Warlords, Darth Shakan. Bastila Shan, now a Living Legend Jedi, leads a campaign of guerilla warfare against the Sith, assisted by Carth Onasi<br/><br/>Our story begins on a Republic ship, The Core Star, as it travels towards the Outer Rim, to those who sit in the rooms on the high floors, it is a Cruise ship, to many it is a place of work, to others, it is a refuge ship, leading away from terrorism in the Mid Rim. But alas, the Plague Spreader, a massive Sith Warship under the control of Darth Shatoom, apprentice to Darth Shakan.<br/><br/>Within an hour, The Core Star had been crippled by the Plague Spreader, Sith troops boarded and began a terrible wave of attacks and arrests, searching for signs of the new Jedi Order.</em></div><br/><br/>__________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/>Kizar was by no means a young man, well he'd be considered young to perhaps a Hutt, but by human years, his summer was over. There was a pair of sith soldiers behind him, one pushing him along, the other holding a blaster rifle to keep an eye on people in general. Alot of people were scared, rightly so, and it would fuel the sith, they fed on fear, on anger, on hatred.<br/><br/>The security cells of the Core Star were well designed, but were not prepared for the sheer number of people that were being cramped in by the Sith. Kizar was herded into a cell, there was already four people in there. The brown haired human was lucky, some cells of the same size had ten people in them already, barely room to stand.<br/><br/>He kept his head down, didn't say much. He looked to the faces of the people that were in the cell with him, and the people being herded in still. He had to have faith in the Force, the force would set them free.