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Exiled Heart	By : Miranda Category: +G through L > Knights of the Old Republic Views: 3017 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: All characters property of Bioware/Obsidian. I make no money from this, it's just a fan project. My thanks to the creators for giving me the universe to play in!

Chapter List
- 1-Exiled Heart
- 2-Travel to Telos - Shower-time!
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- 2
AUTHOR NOTES:

Based on my OC Jedi Exile, Nomi Yuulyn (pronounced like know-me you-lin) and Atton. The early chapter(s) are more to establish the tension and romance between them, because despite obvious flirting and mutual attraction I don't think it would work to throw them into bed right away! I will keep to game canon in places but will also stray away, because while I love the game nobody wants to have the plot/script just spit back out again. Debating on some possible 3+ spinoff side stories further down the line but for the most part these chapters will focus on the relationship between Atton and Exile.
***CHAPTER 2 features more heavy adult stuff. I wish I could go back and edit catagories now, but adding here Oral, Foreplay, M-F Dom/sub, F-M Dom/sub, rooooomaaaaance and sexy sex sex.***

Constructive criticism is welcome, though please be aware this is only the second fanfiction I have ever attempted. Hope you lovely folks enjoy!
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A loud rumble woke Atton Rand from his daydreaming. He stopped the game of Pazaak he had been mentally playing and frowned down at his noisy stomach. How long had it been since he was last fed? The artificial lighting in the security room didn’t do much to help his sense of time. His watch had broken when he sleepily let his arm brush past that stupid force cage barrier.
Atton sighed and stood up, dusting off his trousers and stretching his aching muscles as he did so. He ran a hand through the mop of brown hair, hoping the silence in the facility would end soon. A few minutes later he heard a noise outside the door, crossing his fingers behind his back he prayed to whatever deities he could think of that it might be someone with food, or better someone to let him out of this blasted cage.
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Nomi Yuulyn took a moment to catch her breath. Although she’d found a sword, fighting her way through hostile droids with her bare hands and Force powers that had barely begun to awaken again was hardly her idea of fun. Her black hair, tied in a tight bun behind her head, had begun to fall loose with her fringe mingling with the sweat on her brow. She considered returning to her Kolto tank to get some rest but decided that having recently discovered all the tanks had been poisoned it might not be the safest option right now.
She stood in front of the door to the security room. Kreia’s voice sounded once more in her head, and a vision of a man in a force cage within came unbidden to her mind. She paused, looking down at her tarnished leotard that somehow passed for underclothes. The brown fabric was scuffed and had some sizeable holes exposing her midriff. Sodding droids, she cursed under her breath. Sweeping the stray hair back from her face she shifted uncomfortably, feeling somewhat self conscious in her current attire. Nomi had considered looking for some clothes around the area, but had since found nothing. She hoped perhaps there might be a security uniform in the office before her though it seemed a slim chance at this point.
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The door opened with a bleep and a gentle hiss, sliding back to reveal a tall and delicately muscular woman standing behind it. Atton caught his breath as it tried to escape him and caught his jaw from the floor before she could notice. My but she was beautiful. Pale skin, dark hair, and a delightful lack of clothing. His eyes took in the feast before him swiftly, from the little red shoes shifting slightly on the floor, the slender and powerful legs that seemed to ascend for an age, the beautifully curved hips and slim waist leading up to some rather impressive assets….and atop her pale neck, a face that looked at once both so severe and yet so serene. A few light scars traced the skin, and signs of battle clung to her all over. Atton felt his trousers become somewhat tighter…
“Nice outfit, is this a new mining uniform? I like it.” Atton’s mouth took over without the involvement of his brain. Still, he thought he caught the hint of a blush behind the soot on her cheeks and admired her hips swaying as she walked into the room towards him. “I would offer you a handshake, but this force field tends to cause mild electrical burns which I’d rather avoid.” He grinned sheepishly for a moment as he held up his singed wrist complete with the broken timepiece. “I’m Atton, by the way. Atton Rand. Are you here to let me out of this damn cage?”
“I’m Nomi. Nice to meet you I think - what are you doing in that cage in the first place?” She peered closer in towards him.
“I thought I’d have a nice relax and a tea party, I invited all my friends but it got a bit crowded.” At Nomi’s frown, he quickly decided to ditch the sarcasm. “Look, I just happened to break a minor rule and they threw me in here. They stopped talking to me shortly before they stopped feeding me, which is criminal if you ask me. And now you‘ve showed up in your underwear and things got a lot better.” He allowed a slight smirk as he noticed more colour filling her cheeks.
“Well you’re the first person I’ve seen around here, other than that crazy old woman, so maybe you could answer a few questions for me before I let you out of there. Like, for example, what the hell happened to everyone else at this facility?” With her hand on her hip she awaited his explanation.
Atton began to describe the situation, watching her eyebrows raise at hearing of the miners’ disputes, desperately wishing the barrier wasn’t between them so he could get a clearer look at the vivid blue eyes that carefully regarded him while he spoke. “…and you know where there’s Jedi, the Republic will be swarming all over you in no time. Wait a second, you ARE that Jedi aren’t you?!” His gut sank as the realisation hit him. He cursed his luck, he should’ve known she was too good to be true.
“Well, I’m not exactly a Jedi any more. I was exiled from the order after the Mandalorian Wars. I’ve been….away for a while.” She cast her gaze to the floor and felt even more exposed than her lack of clothing.
“Well they certainly think you’re a Jedi, and were very keen to turn in the bounty the Exchange has out for any Jedi. To be honest I didn’t think there were any left after the Civil War.”
The Exile’s eyes snapped back up “Wait, what Civil War?”
“You know, when Revan and Malak turned on the Council and the Republic? Leading an army of Sith and fallen Jedi nearly destroying everything? It was lucky that Revan had a change of heart and turned on her former student, or the Republic wouldn’t even be around any more. That’s the trouble with women though, if they fall to the Dark Side you’d better run to another galaxy. Hell hath no fury as they say, and Revan certainly lived up to that.” The confusion still showed on Nomi’s face. “You really didn’t know all this? Where have you been?”
“Like I said, I’ve been away….for a long time….” Nomi sighed. “Anything else I should know?”
“Look, not that your half naked interrogation isn’t a personal fantasy of mine, but I think we should try and find a way off this rock. Would you mind letting me out now? If we work together we might just make it out of here. I’m rather good at getting myself out of trouble you know.”
The Exile couldn’t suppress a chuckle “And a fine job you’re doing so far! Alright, I’ll get you out of there in a moment.” She walked across to the console and keyed the release for the cage. A brief search through a locker at the back of the room left her still empty handed of clothing, but at least there were a couple of stims that might be useful in a pinch.
“Thanks.” Atton stretched his aching limbs as he left his prison. “What’s the sigh for?”
“I don’t suppose you know where any spare clothes might be? I’m not exactly well dressed right now.” She grinned sheepishly, wiggling a finger in the gaping hole in the fabric across her belly.
“You look perfectly fine to me,” Atton grinned, “and such a shame I have no idea where anything spare might be.” Seeing the shiver cross her shoulders, he let the smile leave his face and took off his jacket. “Well I suppose we can’t have a half frozen Jedi running about the place. Take this.” He stepped towards her and draped the garment around her shoulders. His hand brushed a small part of her skin, so soft beneath the lattice of scars and bruises, he felt a heat rush to his cheeks and turned away.
Nomi pulled the jacket closer across her chest, grateful for at least a little warmth. Volatile fuel mines were hardly a cosy place to be, cold durasteel walls in every direction with the occasional section of exposed rock. She caught the faint scent of him on the leather and smiled subtly, glad he had turned away for a moment and couldn’t see her take a deep and satisfying breath to absorb it.
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After Atton had had some food and drink Nomi had found in the med bay, they made their way to the administration computers to find a way out. Checking the comms system, Nomi was able to connect to a little T3 droid. Quickly understanding its beeps and squeaks, she instructed it to look for a way to open up the doors so they could leave the administration level. For now, all they could do was wait.
Casually dropping into a chair, the exhausted Exile propped her feet up on the console, crossing her legs and leaning back she closed her eyes and allowed herself to relax. Atton’s eyes followed her, taking a closer look at the strong woman before him. He sat on an adjacent chair, leaning his elbow on the desk and casually crossing his legs to disguise the growing bulge. Drinking in the beauty before him, he was once more amazed at how she could look so strong and yet so delicate all at once. Her cheekbones rose beautifully below the blue eyes now concealed by long lashes drooping over with rest, and below her rose tinted lips held a softness that he longed to explore.
She opened her eyes to see the scoundrel leaning toward her, a barely disguised hunger in his eyes. Well, she thought, this might be a little fun to pass the time. She stretched her legs into the air then planted her feet on the floor. “I don’t suppose you’d know if there’s somewhere I can get cleaned up?” She motioned towards the soot and minor burns across her form. “A shame there’s no clothes but at least I could feel a bit fresher for a while.”
Atton’s eyes widened slightly and he sat up straighter. “You do realise you’re just going to undo all that again by launching yourself headlong into a fight with those crazy mining droids, right?” Seeing her nod and grin he thought for a moment. “Well there’s a little side room by the med bay, it only has a small sink and some cloth though but it’ll get some of the grime off.”
Nomi bounded to her feet with a renewed energy and childlike excitement across her face. “Point the way then, it’s not perfect but it’ll do.”
Picking up the commlink and slipping it into his pocket, Atton gestured to the door and swiftly followed as the bizarre woman ran full pelt towards the door. How did she find this energy?
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The room was small compared to others in the facility but easily big enough for both of them to stand inside. Atton had grabbed a medkit from a supply crate and was digging out the burn ointment and a few strips of flexible plaster. Her voice caught his attention though. “You know, this thing,” Nomi pulled at the brown leotard, “isn’t actually my underwear.” His eyebrows shot up as she began to pull the tattered garment away from her body revealing matching lingerie in bright blue and black, the same contrast as her hair. He felt like he should look away but his body disagreed and kept his eyes fixated on the astonishing sight before him. He dropped the bandage he was holding back into the medkit. “Something wrong?” She asked in a false innocent tone. Her gaze flickered downwards and she smiled at what she saw, straining to break through the tight rousers he wore.
“I…uh…” Atton stuttered, tripping over his words. This day had just got an awful lot better and he suddenly decided it no longer mattered if she was a Jedi before. His fears were squashed by the desire building within his veins, the growing need to discover what was beneath those final remaining clothes.
Nomi turned to the sink and rinsed a cloth in the cool, fresh water from the tap. Looking over her shoulder her eyes seemed to beckon to him. “You know I could do with some help here, I think one of those blasted droids scorched my back and I doubt I can reach.”
Snapping back to reality, the scoundrel stalked towards the Exile, assessing the wounds across her body. He took the cloth she offered to him, barely managing to keep his hand from shaking. An hour ago he was sat in a cell starving and hoping for either release or death to free him, and now…now the most stunning woman he had ever seen was asking him to wash her almost naked body. Naturally healing the wounds was a serious job, but her approach was laced with ulterior motives and he didn’t feel like arguing the point.
The cloth was cold as he gingerly began to stroke away the layers of soot from her pale shoulders. She shivered and moaned softly, approving of the refreshing touch of the cloth on her battle damaged skin. Atton felt a tinge of sadness at the scars marking her otherwise flawless form, and resolved to prevent any more from appearing, at least until they had safely escaped the planet.
Nomi felt the sensation on her skin like electricity coursing across her, she ignored the sharp sting as the water found the wounds upon her and instead allowed the delightful sensations overcome her. It did feel good to begin to get clean again, the last traces of kolto residue leaving her body, the sweat cleansed from her pores. A small noise esacaped her lips as his hands found the sides of her waist, holding her gently but firmly as the cloth snaked around to her stomach to caress it. She leaned back toward him, pressing her body against his and let her head fall back onto his shoulder. He took her signal and kissed the side of her neck, lips moving with care from her neck to her shoulder and back up to her ear. She gasped as teeth nipped lightly at her ear, and groaned with disappointment as the commlink began to beep with an incoming message.
Atton silently cursed the droid, couldn’t the stupid rust-bucket wait a little longer? He returned the cloth to the sink and fetched the treatments from the medkit while the Exile spoke to the T3 unit. Sounded like the little droid had found their ship though and would have some doors open soon. He applied the burn treatment to the scorches on her back and accepted her grateful smile. She finished the conversation and pulled on her damaged leotard once more. She handed back his jacket though. “I’d best not take this with me, wouldn’t want to get a burn hole in this. As for the rest….let’s call it ‘to be continued’, a little more motivation to get off this rock alive.”
Atton put his jacket back on and gave her a roguish grin. “I don’t exactly approve of you putting your beautiful form back in harm’s way, so do me a favour and come back in one piece. I’ll stay with the computer in the administration level. I’ll have a commlink with me so just give me a call if you need anything, okay?”
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Time passed slowly for Atton as he let his mind absorb everything that had just happened. He leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes, letting the images one again flicker past in a daydream. A very sexy daydream. He sat up and cursed as the comm bleeped just as it got back to the good part. “Hello? Nomi?”
“Yeah it’s me,” the voice from the comm fed back with a slightly metallic ring to it. “Guess what? I found an old miner’s uniform down here.”
“Damn! I mean, oh that’s great, should keep you a bit safer down there at least.” The disappointment was clear in his tone, slipping past his usually careful demeanour. “Is it going okay down there though?”
“Well, there’s a platoon of mining droids that have gone berserk oh and you’ll never guess what started it all - an assassin droid!”
“A WHAT?!” Atton cried out in alarm.
“Oh don’t worry, it’s all under control. I think I can trick it into giving me the access code to the turbo lift out of this level. But it does hint that I should be staying put and waiting for rescue - I don’t like the sound of that. We should probably prepare for company arriving soon.”
“Great,” he grumbled, “do you think they’re bringing cake and balloons maybe? No? Well it was worth a shot.”
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Sure enough it wasn’t long before a large Republic ship was docking with the mining facility. The Harbinger was an imposing figure through the viewing windows, and Atton became ever more concerned about how many foes might be aboard. He certainly didn’t relish the thought of having to fight their way out of this mess. The comm blipped again. “Hey Atton, looked out the window recently?”
“What?…” He looked over the windows, and after a few moments saw a figure in an environmental suit atop the walkway waving enthusiastically at him. He almost dropped the commlink. “What the hell are you doing out there?!” He glanced down at the console in front of him. “Oh crap, that’s not good. Listen, you’ve got to move that pretty little ass of yours fast, someone’s venting the plasma right in your path!” The figure looked ahead and began to shuffle as fast as the suit would allow towards the airlock.
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A few hours later, Atton, Kreia (the crazy old woman who was for some reason in the morgue), Nomi and the droid T3-M4 were aboard the Ebon Hawk, fleeing from the Harbinger that was fast in pursuit. Atton gripped the ship controls tightly, gritting his teeth as he navigated the asteroid fields. Behind him, the old woman and the Jedi were arguing over the best course of action to deal with the hunters chasing them. He was amazed the old crone was still arguing with such vigour, given that she had just lost her left arm in battle with a Sith on the Harbinger… Just as the two were finishing up their argument, Nomi putting her foot down and refusing to destroy the mining facility by shooting the volatile asteroids, the decision was made for them. A stray shot from the Republic vessel behind them set off a catastrophic chain of explosions - Atton sweated profusely as he steered the ship clear of the final rocks and hit the hyper drive with more haste than he had previously thought possible.
An audible sigh of relief when through the cockpit, each glad that they were at least leaving Peragus in one piece. With a few last words to the Exile, the old woman left. Atton was amazed at her control given the pain he could almost see echoing from her. Nomi’s hand landed on his shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. “How long until we get there?“
“Well this ship will pretty much pilot itself from here, we could easily leave the droid in charge for a while and take a break.“ He moved to put his hand over hers, but stopped and withdrew it again.
She leaned down close to his ear and whispered, “do you think there’s a shower on this ship somewhere?“
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