suitably_heroic | The Ebon Hawk, Half A Day After Last

Bao-Dur	Bao-Dur had hopes that no one had watched him leave - but wishing for them to miss him coming in might have been too much to ask. He didn't regret leaving: there were tasks he had to perform, things that had to be done to make up for... everything. The remote floating in the air beside him was proof he had a shot at doing it. He snuck in quietly, up the ramp. Just another left turn...
Atton	And here Atton had thought fixing up his lightsaber over the workbench was going to be a boring job. His head shot up as soon as he sensed someone coming up. "Hey," he called. "What have you been up to?"
Bao-Dur	Sigh. Oh well. "Something," Bao-Dur said. "None of your business." The remote squeaked loudly to corroborate that fact.
Atton	"You took off in the middle of a fight, of course it's my business," Atton said irritably. And here Bao-Dur was the one he liked.
Bao-Dur	This time, Bao-Dur's sigh was out loud, and deliberately so. "I don't have the time to explain it to you," he said, "But it's got something to do with where we're going. Something I need to fix. That is all."
Atton	Atton was going to protest. He was. That was a stupid answer. That was... ... okay, maybe he owed Bao-Dur a better attitude than that. "Fine," he said, rolling his eyes. "As long as this isn't going to come bite us in the ass."
Bao-Dur	"With everything that's happening," Bao-Dur said, brushing past him, "What's one more thing to bite us in the ass...?"
Atton	Atton shook his head. "The cryptic thing is starting to catch, huh," he muttered, grabbing his lightsaber off the workbench.
Visas	"Atton?" a voice called quietly. "You have returned."
Atton	Atton tossed her the lens. "Here's what you asked for," he said. "How are you doing?"
Visas	She caught the lens easily with the Force. "I am well," Visas said quietly. At last she could answer that question without... having strange thoughts. "Something changed on the Ravager," she added quietly. "This body... it is a prison no longer."
Atton	Nobody better tell Atton that he smiled at that, or he'd punch them. "Good to hear," he said. He didn't bother wishing her good luck, and she didn't bother sticking around for it anyway. "Fantastic," he said, once she was out of earshot, because that actually was cryptic as hell.
Meetra	"What's fantastic?" Meetra asked. She stretched as she walked on in, feeling like her muscles were going to be bothering her for the next standard half-century.
Atton	"Bao-Dur's back, and he's giving the cryptic routine," Atton said. He shook his head. "So how was your meeting with the Republic?" He might be nominally one of the good guys now. Didn't mean he liked them any more than he used to.
Meetra	"It wasn't really Republic business," Meetra said. She ran a hand through her hair. "Admiral Onasi wanted to talk to me on a personal note." She hesitated briefly. "...About Revan. Apparently they were friends."
Atton	"Revan, huh?" Atton said, his voice carefully neutral. "Any word on what he's been up to?"
Meetra	"He says that the Hawk used to be Revan's ship," Meetra said. "That he used to fly it. And then one day Revan just... vanished, chasing something he felt he had to fix. Something from his past."
Atton	"When did I fall asleep and woke up in cryptic land?" Atton said, heaving a big sigh. "You have any idea how much easier our lives would be if any of these people were just straight with us?"
Meetra	"You're one to talk," Meetra said dryly. She shook her head, rapped her knuckles against the wall. "He wants me to see if I can find anything we can use to track Revan down."
Atton	"That doesn't sound like too bad a plan," Atton said. "You know. Eventually." Or maybe now. Now would be good. Now would be better than-- Except if they didn't go to Malachor, Kreia would kill herself, and Meetra'd be done with. "Nevermind."
Meetra	"Later," she agreed quietly. A pause. "Look," she said, "we've got our last supplies in, so... I think it's time to go."
Atton	"Yeah," Atton said. Just... yeah. He left it at that and went to the cockpit.
Meetra	Meetra didn't watch him go. Instead she passed by him, and then Mical in the med bay, Visas in her room-- until she hit the chamber in which Kreia had rested for most of her time aboard. She sank down on the floor with a soft sigh, wrapped her legs into a meditative position... and let herself drift, just for a little while, casting aside all her worries about the hours ahead. It made even the sound of the hyperdrive soothing as it bubbled to life, plunging them into hyperspace. It lasted for a little while. It lasted for a long time. Then nausea came to her, a sudden sense of loss. Like a wound, bleeding into the Force... a familiar wound... and suddenly she heard them again.
Mira	...going to lose their lives, Mira thought quietly, staring out over the star map. She felt sick. Weirdly sick. ...like I lost my family at Malachor V...
Mical	In the medbay, Mical stared down at his hands, tracing the callouses that were, and the ones that should have been. And all the Jedi who followed Revan, the true Jedi, they died at Malachor V... They had not been here, to teach him how to hold a lightsaber.
Visas	In her dark chambers, Visas felt her new balance shifting again. Your ship, my prison, that you dragged from the gravity well of Malachor V... The image... the memory... it was... vivid. Getting more vivid still.
Brianna	...and father left me, left us all, when he lost all that he loved at Malachor V, Brianna's mind whispered. She wished it would stop, but the closer they came to this wretched husk of a planet, the worse it got.
Atton	Atton's hands were steady on the controls. His eyes were set on the green, decaying pile of rubble they called a planet... he could see it better and better now that they were out of hyperspace. He was functioning perfectly fine, thanks. Wish I'd never met her, wish I'd died there-- He was going to get his wish. He knew it. With every pulse of that rotten planet, he knew it-- the gaping hole in his chest told him so-- and he felt himself reach for the com with an eerie calm. ...wish that the storms had dragged me down into Malachor V... "Hey, Si..." After that, he made another call. And another. And another. And then Malachor reached out for the Hawk and curled its gravity around it tight.