Trask Ulgo sighed at his fellow friend. "Look, just say how you feel to him. He'll probably feel the same."
Revan gawked at him, "And if Carth doesn't?" she demanded.
"Then ask if you can at least be friends."
"You're crazy," stated Revan. "You have no idea what I'm going through."
"Ok, maybe I don't," sighed Trask. "Just give it a shot."
"I bombed Carth's home world! And killed his wife!" exclaimed Revan. "How bad can you get?"
"Not as bad as if you killed him."
Pacing, Revan sighed. "I love him, I wouldn't kill him. But, he may think I will."
Trask put arm on her shoulder gently, stopping her frantic pacing. "You two seem meant for each other. Hell, I have a bet with Mission on you two getting together! I want to win, so say your heart out to him before we're done with this thing."
Revan pursed her lips. "How much is it?"
"5000 credits."
"Ok, I'll give it a jab. Only for your damn hide. I get half of it if you want to win." sighed Revan. Trask nodded.
Revan took a deep breath and started toward the cockpit. Trask put his ear to the wall, straining to listen.
"Hey flyboy."
"Hey gorgeous. You ok?"
"Yeah, I guess. I just wanted to talk to you about something, Well, tell you."
"What is it?"
"I guess I love you."
"Same here, gorgeous."
There was a squeal of delight and shortly after that, a moan of sensation. Trask grinned to himself.
"Trask Ulgo, Republic soldier, and love advisor."