Dormitories of Peragus.

Looting was not my issue. These people didn't need their worldly possessions anymore, so I didn't feel too terrible about taking them. My problem was the fact that there were no survivors whatsoever. I had thought, even though it was unlikely, that maybe someone besides myself, Kreia, and Atton had made it.

"Hey, just checking in." Atton said into the comm link. "Find anybody?"

"No." I said, looking around at the miserable sight before me. "Everyone's dead."

"All of them? Are you sure?"

"Their bodies are scattered in front of me, Atton." I snapped with more venom than I meant. "And... there was a hololog... A video. I could see it happening. They were gassed by Coorta while he was trying to escape."

"That must be why the ventilation systems went haywire." he commented.

"Yeah."

"Hey, get yourself back up here as soon as you can, okay? I don't like the look of that ship that just docked."

"Got it. Jess Rindor out."

. . .

Ebon Hawk.

I left to cockpit to check on Kreia. To be honest, checking on her wasn't at the top of my list of priorities. It was definitely up there, but not the top. Especially because of how cryptic she always was with me. As I walked through the ship, I passed a room I hadn't explored yet. It seemed to be a communications room, so I stepped in to take a quick look at the terminal. I could access all the security cameras from here. The cargo bay, the dormitories, engine room, cockpit... I lingered on that feed for a moment. I knew Atton was in the pilot's chair, but after flipping through all the other feeds that showed only empty rooms, the sight of him was welcome.

Then I noticed his expression. He was concentration on the controls, but he looked a little too guarded. Even when no one was in the room, he hid himself. Who was he hiding from? And what was he hiding?

. . .

Citadel Station.

"Great. We aren't even here for two seconds and already we've been arrested and there's been an attempt on our lives." I said as we walked through the apartment complex. "Can this get any better?"

"The excitement never ends." Atton agreed.

"I mean, seriously, when-" I gasped. "What is this? What is that? Is that grass?"

"Uh... yeah?"

"I haven't seen grass in who knows how long!" I exclaimed, immediately flopping onto the vegetation growing in the middle of the complex. "It's so soft..."

Atton stood over me, looking mildly concerned, but mostly confused. "Uh... Are you okay?"

"I'm great! Come here, see for yourself!" I said, taking his arm and pulling him down next to me.

He hit the ground with a thud. "What are you doing?"

"Not being attacked for once." I answered. "Enjoy it."

"Not for long. We must continue." Kreia said. "I do not wish to be here any more than the situation allows."

I rolled my eyes. "But if we leave, we'll just get attacked by more Sith or get hunted down by more people or get arrested by more police for something we blew up. I think we're pretty safe here."

"As much as I hate to admit it, the old crone is right." Atton said. "It doesn't matter where we are. The Sith are going to track you down no matter what. We need to finish up whatever business we have here and get a move on."

I sighed. "Fine. We'll go get our stuff and then see Chodo Habat."

"Then we must be swift." Kreia said.

. . .

TSF Station.

"What do you mean, gone?" I snapped. "How do you lose an entire ship?"

"There are records of the ship being moved to the surface of Telos." said the annoying droid.

"Why?"

"The reason is unknown. We will look into the matter and see what can be done, but I would suggest waiting until another ship arrives if you wish to leave."

"You know, I'm sure it wouldn't be that hard to sever the wiring connecting your cerebral chord to your motor circuits. I could just-"

"Heading over to the dark side," Atton sang behind me.

"Shut it, Rand. Have you forgotten I picked up a vibroblade when we fought that guy by the Cantina?" I snapped.

"Will you relax?"

"No!" I exclaimed. "I want my boat back!"

"Calm yourself." said Kreia. "We will think of a plan."

I sighed, then turned back to the droid and leaned against the desk. "Can I at least get my stuff back?"

"Certainly. The rest of your items were kept in a secondary storage area. Right through that room." it said, gesturing to the door that just whooshed open.

"Thanks." I said, pushing away from the desk and heading into the room full of lockers. I emptied every one of them into a pile on the floor. The pile was actually pretty sizable.

"Congratulations." Atton said dryly. "You've managed to fill every single storage locker with all the schutta you carry."

"Relax. I saw some merchants on our way here. We can sell most of this." I said, loading it all into my various bags and pockets. "But, you know, if we actually had a ship, this wouldn't be a problem."

"You are going to bitch about that all day, aren't you?"

"Yes I am."

. . .

That last part was based off an actual occurrence. When I went get all my crap back from the TSF, my sister and I laughed at how every locker was filled with it. I was thinking I could just raid the ones that weren't mine, but you can't exactly steal what you already own. -_-