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Ahto City, Manaan, A Few Days After Last
Jul. 18th, 2014 09:34 amThey had barely escaped Malachor V with their lives. The planet had already been unstable, but it had begun to implode as they left. It'd been a rocky ride -- a really rocky ride -- through the world's caverns and ravines up into the sky and away.
It was a testament to Atton's sheer stubbornness that he didn't pass out until the rocky part was over.
They found out later that the collapse of the planet was Bao-Dur's doing-- his last act, to undo the last echoes of his first one. There was a silence now in Meetra's head where once these echoes had lived. She was thankful for it. Malachor V had been harrowing, mentally as much, if not more so than physically. She needed the quiet.
They had come here to Manaan as soon as they'd been able. Atton was in a bad state - clinging on to life more tightly than he had been when she'd left him to face Kreia, but still flickering back and forth. He hadn't regained consciousness, either, and so when they got to Manaan, they transported him from the med bay to a health center nearby.
This was the planet the kolto came from. It was the best they could do for him. The best she could do.
Considering what she was about to do, she knew it wouldn't be enough.
Meetra looked up at him in that tank. It made him look fragile, partly because the fluid colored his skin an ugly pale white, but also because of the various wounds decorating his chest. He really had come close to losing that arm... but he hadn't quite gotten there, and thankfully, the flesh was starting to knit together again already.
She let out a sigh.
"So, might I ask where you will be going next?"
Mical had been there for some time already; Atton might have not thought fondly of him, but he had no issue with the man. It felt only right, considering, especially when not listening to his counsel had led to their rather embarrassing defeat at Kreia's hands.
"I need to find Bastila Shan," Meetra said quietly. "She might know where Revan is."
She'd told the others about her plans to leave. Atton... Atton wouldn't have taken it well even if he'd been in the best of states, and he hadn't exactly been that. And... she could admit here, in the privacy of her own head, to some cowardice about telling him in the first place. Where you go, no one you love can come with you.
Kreia had been right. Painfully so.
"Do me a favor," she said, and shot Mical a look. "When he comes out, tell him I'm sorry."
"This is goodbye, then," Mical said, after a moment.
"Yeah," she replied.
Then she turned around and walked out of his life. Just like that.
( And now, the Plot Index! Oh lord. )
[[ nfb, nfi, ooc-okay. oh god, i really am done. some plot details ganked from 'Revan' by Drew Karpyshyn, a novel I mostly like to ignore because it is TERRIBLE. ]]
It was a testament to Atton's sheer stubbornness that he didn't pass out until the rocky part was over.
They found out later that the collapse of the planet was Bao-Dur's doing-- his last act, to undo the last echoes of his first one. There was a silence now in Meetra's head where once these echoes had lived. She was thankful for it. Malachor V had been harrowing, mentally as much, if not more so than physically. She needed the quiet.
They had come here to Manaan as soon as they'd been able. Atton was in a bad state - clinging on to life more tightly than he had been when she'd left him to face Kreia, but still flickering back and forth. He hadn't regained consciousness, either, and so when they got to Manaan, they transported him from the med bay to a health center nearby.
This was the planet the kolto came from. It was the best they could do for him. The best she could do.
Considering what she was about to do, she knew it wouldn't be enough.
Meetra looked up at him in that tank. It made him look fragile, partly because the fluid colored his skin an ugly pale white, but also because of the various wounds decorating his chest. He really had come close to losing that arm... but he hadn't quite gotten there, and thankfully, the flesh was starting to knit together again already.
She let out a sigh.
"So, might I ask where you will be going next?"
Mical had been there for some time already; Atton might have not thought fondly of him, but he had no issue with the man. It felt only right, considering, especially when not listening to his counsel had led to their rather embarrassing defeat at Kreia's hands.
"I need to find Bastila Shan," Meetra said quietly. "She might know where Revan is."
She'd told the others about her plans to leave. Atton... Atton wouldn't have taken it well even if he'd been in the best of states, and he hadn't exactly been that. And... she could admit here, in the privacy of her own head, to some cowardice about telling him in the first place. Where you go, no one you love can come with you.
Kreia had been right. Painfully so.
"Do me a favor," she said, and shot Mical a look. "When he comes out, tell him I'm sorry."
"This is goodbye, then," Mical said, after a moment.
"Yeah," she replied.
Then she turned around and walked out of his life. Just like that.
( And now, the Plot Index! Oh lord. )
[[ nfb, nfi, ooc-okay. oh god, i really am done. some plot details ganked from 'Revan' by Drew Karpyshyn, a novel I mostly like to ignore because it is TERRIBLE. ]]
