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Kotor II: Ruin, Mystery, Dreams: Part 12 – Time Rolling Backward

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This chapter is unofficially subtitled “Curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal!” lol. Also lol: so the ysalamiri take over the galaxy once Kreia gets her way? However, the stuff in it took so long this may go on ONE more extra chapter than I planned.

Random: did you guys know that there’s a ridiculously expensive and ridiculously gorgeous Sephiroth figurine out there? I know, I know, some of that is the photography and lighting. But still, pretty pretty.

I have had a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad idea: I should write Kotor 3. SWTOR just doesn’t satisfy my need for a direct sequel, wrapping up all the loose ends leftover from Kotor 2 (and 1). Then I had a WORSE idea: I should make Kotor 3 in RPGMaker. …WISH ME LUCK

Part 11

 

Part 12: Time Rolling Backward

 

Kavar had said he would need some time to discuss matters with Vrook and Zez without her, so it was a few hours before she and Kreia made their way to the Jedi Enclave in his wake.

Vrook had been busy, or persuasive – the upper levels were showing signs of repair, and they could now enter. As they stepped into the first courtyard, the one with the garden, Kreia slowed, then stopped. Continue reading →

Kotor II: Ruin, Mystery, Dreams: Part 3 – Silver

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Now that everything’s all straightened out again, I have to do something to occupy myself… and why not finish my replay of this game and the related fanfic to boot? My dreams are going overtime now that I’m back, though. I suspect that all the energy that was going towards adventuring is now channeled into my brain at night and that makes them extra weird. Also, I am in love still with this Kotor 2 LP which burrows into every possible bit of plot and is entertainingly written too. But I’m still going to play it my way, too.

Also, it is stupid hot and humid here. Can I go back to Norway?

Part 2

 

Part 3: Silver

 

“Grab on to something!” Atton yelled back into the hold of the shuttle. “This is about to get rough real fast!”

Heart beating slightly faster, Selyn took hold of the hand grips by her seat, her restraints fastened tightly. They were being fired upon as they flew over the partially restored surface of Telos. Who, what, why, no way to find out, only to trust in Atton’s skill and hope they survived. It reminded her strongly of how she’d felt when she’d been dropped on- no, best not to think about that. She concentrated on her breathing instead.

She felt the ship kick forward with a small explosion, heard Atton curse, felt gravity begin to assert its hold on the shuttle… Continue reading →