suitably_heroic | Atton's Coruscant, Saturday (Reply)

Okay, if Atton could've chosen a way to spend the night before Sparkle Training Day, it wasn't exactly 'locked in a seemingly endless meeting about closing the net on pirates'. But he couldn't exactly skip out, either-- the Republic had sent a fair share of bigwigs to discuss the problem, and he had to play nice and be the model Jedi.

But eventually, the meeting wound down. People started to leave. And that meant this was now his opportunity to do the other thing he'd attended the meeting for. Or, well, talk to the guy he'd partly attended the meeting for, at any rate.

Admiral Carth Onasi. A hero of the Republic. Fought in the Mandalorian Wars, but didn't go with Revan-- instead, his mentor Saul Karath had betrayed him and bombed his home planet. Onasi had stuck with the Republic, and then joined Revan on his quest to put an end to Darth Malak and his Sith Empire.

If Bastila wouldn't answer his questions, maybe Onasi would.

"Can I talk to you for a minute?" Atton asked, intercepting Onasi right on his way out.

Onasi blinked. "Uh, sure," he said, "Anything for the Jedi. What's up?"

"I did a run last week, out in the Mid Rim," Atton said conversationally. "Minor pirates, waste of my time, except they had a Mandalorian on board."

There was visible confusion on Onasi's face. "I don't think Mandalore is involved--"

"No, I know he isn't," Atton said, rolling his eyes. "The guy was bitching up a storm. Talking about how a Jedi called 'Avner' was really responsible for Canderous Ordo's meteoric rise up the Mandalorian food chain. You know anything about that?"

Onasi rubbed the back of his neck. "I know Revan went to Canderous right before he disappeared," he said. "But Bastila could've told you the same."

"Bastila doesn't really want to talk to me anymore," Atton said. "Something about old ghosts, yadda yadda."

"Old ghosts?" And oh, look. Something akin to understanding dawned on Onasi's face. "You're still looking for Revan. I thought your people said he was dead?"

"No, we know Meetra is dead," Atton said, ignoring the pang of pain in his chest. "Revan, we don't know anything about. I thought maybe if I retrace his steps, we'll find something. Somewhere. Maybe something that explains all of this." Nathema. The system that had swallowed two Jedi, and yet didn't turn up on any star maps.

Onasi looked about to protest, the same as Bastila had. But then his features relaxed. "That's all I know," he said, "Revan went to Rekkiad to see Canderous. Next thing I know, Canderous is Mandalore and Revan was gone. Didn't tell anyone anything, but I understand that's just a Jedi thing."

Atton let out a snort. "Yeah, let me tell you something ab--"

Suddenly his instincts flared and all the alarms in his head went off. He tackled Onasi to the floor, hitting it hard, but not as hard as the blaster bolts that buried themselves in the wall behind them. "Space!"

Whatever had just fired off those bolts was already running-- he could sense that. He crawled onto his feet and dashed for the window, putting his feet to the sill. Then he launched himself into incoming traffic. You're not getting away from me!

Onasi was left on the floor, blinking.

"...Jedi really don't change, do they."

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There was a white girl sitting in the waiting room of the Portalocity station, waiting quietly and with just a hint of disapproval. 'White', in this case, didn't refer to the color of her skin, but the color of her everything: she had a white hood pulled up over her white hair, a white robe over her white tunic which led into her white boots.

You could say much for Brianna, but at least she was easy to pick out in a crowd.

She was also distinctly unamused about having to do this, but unfortunately Mira was out on a mission, and Rand was an idiot.

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