Atton's initial conversations on the Ebon Hawk leave him with more questions than answers. The hot Jedi, Meetra Surik, fought in the Mandalorian Wars and was exiled from the Jedi Order after. Curious, as Atton was told during the Jedi Civil War that every Jedi that fought the previous war had followed Revan. Apparently, she was also cut off from the Force after the Mandalorian Wars, but is just now starting to feel it again.
The story might just be crazy enough to make sense, though. Her survival and extreme tactics on the Peragus Mining Facility are consistent with the skills of a Jedi or a war veteran. He swears he had seen her in the Soresu and Shii-Cho stances that Jedi use for lightsaber combat when she fought the droids in the facility with her vibrosword. Most interesting is that she corrected his purposefully false statement regarding Revan's gender. Most of the galaxy, for whatever odd reason, thought Revan was a woman and Malak was her lover. Malak obviously hated that, but Revan went along with it in hopes of people underestimating him. That, and it gave him an excuse to always keep his face covered, an odd tendency he'd had since he left the Jedi for war.
Atton swears he felt something trying to probe his mind not long before Meetra found him in the force cage. He'd been counting cards in his head, but then he got a good look at her and figured imagining certain base lusts would be more effective. It worked fairly quickly, much faster than it took for her to clap back at his overly flirtatious remarks. Granted, those were just him being self-indulgent after his long imprisonment. He played dumb with her on purpose in hopes of throwing her off as to his true identity. He'd been concerned that the Jedi or Sith had come to punish him for his misdeeds during the Jedi Civil War. But Meetra, despite her talents, didn't show any signs of a being with command over the Force that he'd been trained to look for when he hunted Jedi.
Kreia is a different story. She shows many signs of a Force user, even though he doesn't get a Jedi vibe from her. She gets creepier the more speaks to him, and it wouldn't take someone especially gifted to recognize she knows a lot more than she's letting on. He's actually relieved that Kreia had implied him to be a fool. It means she hasn't successfully probed his mind. Perhaps there's no danger, but he knows it's never that simple.
"Are you sure you don't need some sleep?" someone asks him. It's Meetra, back again from what he presumes to be another long talk with Kreia. He'd spoken to her hours before, but admittedly he'd been in a bad mood, and it seemed like she was too. Not unusual given the day or so they've had.
She takes a seat beside him in the copilot's chair and he takes her in. Given the water dripping off her, he figures she was showering instead of talking to the old witch. He didn't even realize there was a refresher on this ship. Granted, he hasn't left the cockpit since takeoff.
Meetra's dark, wet hair clings to her cheeks and drips onto her tunic, which hugs her curvy, but small frame nicely. Atton tries not to stare, and focuses on her face instead. She has the palest blue eyes he's ever seen. He also notices for the first time how full her lips are. In her natural state, she's not just hot like he had assessed earlier; she's beautiful. But his time on Nar Shaddaa has taught him not to chase a woman for beauty alone. Not that Meetra seems like the type that tries to kill him in his sleep, though.
"I'm good. I'll sleep when we land on Telos safely," he tells her, trying to hide any irritation in his voice that is undoubtably being caused by his lack of sleep.
She raises her eyebrow as to question him, but refrains from mentioning it. "Have you had any ration bars?" she asks instead.
"I've eaten enough ration bars in the last few hours to make up for all the meals lost in miner prison and more," he admits.
"That bad, huh?"
"Well, being in that force cage probably saved my life," he admits. "That is, if we land on Telos without getting shot down by another warship."
"We're past the asteroid field and I'm pretty sure the explosion kept anything near Peragus from tailing us. You have nothing to worry about. Just get some sleep or take a shower or something. I'll be fine monitoring our trip while the ship's on autopilot."
"You trying to get me out of the cockpit?" He tries to sound goodhearted to hide his paranoia and annoyance, but the look on her face tells him she doesn't buy it.
"Look," she tells him sternly, "I get that trusting people is probably a horrible idea if you're trying to survive on Nar Shaddaa and that this whole situation we're in is insane to say at the least, but you're going to have to trust me for a little bit longer if you want to make it to Telos without losing your mind from sleep deprivation or malnourishment."
He hates how right she is. He didn't think Jedi knew anything outside what came from holocrons, the Jedi Code, and some ancient library on Coruscant. But he guesses at least one of them had a mission on Nar Shaddaa at some point.
"I feel a bit like I'm in some kind of holodrama," he admits.
"I didn't know there were holodramas of the action-adventure genre." Perhaps she is somewhat sheltered.
He's not sure if his eyes flickering shut gives him away or if it's his lack of witty responses. Either way, she seems to note his drowsiness and unwillingness to be stubborn with her and rises from her seat. "Get some sleep, Atton. There are two different crew quarters on opposite ends of the ship."
"I'm good," he says softly as she rises from her seat.
"Oh, and if you're planning on flirting mercilessly with more women on Telos, you may stand a better chance if you shower first. You kind of smell," she says, giggling softly before walking off. At least he thinks that's what she says, but he's so far gone he can't be sure.
He succumbs to sleep not long after she leaves. She returns a few minutes later, chuckling to herself about the smuggler's stubborn ways as she drapes an old robe of hers over him.