Mission Vao – 3 Years Earlier

Mission had always thought that there was some kind of cosmic connection between joygirls and Gamorreans, but she'd never known that upper class chuba-faced humans were also Gamorreans. It must've been on the holonet when she was in the sewers with Big Z.

Another set of giggles directed at her lunch table.

Mission grabbed up her spoon and scooped up some of the overpriced sawdust they were churning out. If that one with the straw hair would have just moved her head an inch she could have gotten a good enough angle to at least nail three of them.

She narrowed her eyes and tipped her t'chin in concentration.

"Don't do it."

Mission glared at the red tinged Zeltron that pulled out a seat next to her and slid in. "And why not?"

"You'll regret it, Blue," Xane said staring critically at her food before moving it aside and taking out a datapad from one of her extra classes. Mission still couldn't believe someone would go to this high priced piece of crap school voluntarily, let alone put in that much effort. The second her trial year was up she was hopping ship straight to Kashyyyk, or maybe track Revan down and shake her to death for leaving her here.

"I will not, Red and you know it."

Xane put a hand down on Mission's until she got the spoon away and put it back on her plate. "I'll regret it then. Just ignore them."

Mission kicked the chair across from her and shoved her feet onto it, leaning back and sinking into her seat. "Easier said than done. I think if they get a little higher pitched, maybe kath will be the only ones to hear their shrill giggles."

The Zeltron raised a dark eyebrow over pinkish skin and shook her head with a little smirk. "Sometimes I think you enjoy the challenge."

"Well," Mission shifted up a little and leaned her arms back on the back of the chair. "It's a heck of a lot more interesting than," she tipped her head to read Xane's datapad, "mechanical physics? Do they even teach that here?"

Xane shook her head. "No, but my tuition is coming up again and I need a second job. My brother's getting me one at a chop shop down by the midlevels, pays better than the one I have now."

"Geez," Mission shook her head. "You should just take my tuition and I'll skip out to the swoop rink with your brother."

"I think he'd like that too much," Xane said with a snort and then frowned.

It was weird to see a Zeltron frown. Or so Mission had heard. She hadn't really run into a lot of them on Taris, but when a species is considered the party animals of the galaxy she couldn't really blame them from steering clear from Taris.

Mission was about to ask her what was wrong when a couple of boys from their grade came by and leaned up against the table. "Hey there, Xane. What're you doing tonight?"

Xane frowned deeper and stared at her datapad.

"I think she's broken, Dkan," one of the other boys said elbowing his friend.

The choobie-faced womp rat glanced her way; Mission clenched her fist and waved it a little. She was subtle. She didn't hit him in the chin this time.

The main boy jerked back and smiled politely before dragging the others with him.

Xane dug around in her bag until she brought out that bag of crap she liked to carry. She took out the little powder puff and spread it over her face, lightning it up.

"You look stupid."

"Thanks," Xane said, dryly while she examined herself in a pocket mirror. "The more human I look the less they bother me."

"Try hitting them in the face that really gets them past their idea that every Twi'lek is a joygirl." Or if that didn't work the crotch kick sure did. Her blaster would have too if those damn school marms would stop being so good at searches. Lucky for her she could always sneak back into the lockbox and grab it if needed.

Xane gave her what could have constituted for a smile if it was coming out of a ronto's ass. "I just need to be under the radar. I can't cause trouble."

"And I can't cause enough!" Mission laughed, loudly enough so that the entire table of chuba bitches turned her way and curled their lips up like they really were half Gamorrean – Mission knew it.

Xane sighed and gave her food a critical stare before putting her datapad in her bag. "I'm going to go study at the library before my interview, you want to come?"

Mission laughed. "Good one."

Xane snorted and shook her head, hefting her sack over her shoulder and giving a wave before she went off in the other direction.

Mission gave the Gamorrean sisters a good long look before flipping some obscenities at them with her lekku. She was going to give this one more week, screw the entire year. Revan wasn't here to back up her promise anyway and Mission could always just cash in the tuition check for something normal like a flight to visit Bindo. His stories would be better than this. Maybe she'd fly to Telos and bother Carth; she could double up the whine and wheedle a free room. He was going to get promoted some time, had to be worth some pull.

Yeah. Telos sounded good. Should be lots of room for trouble there.


Mission Vao – Now

Mission sipped loudly from her straw. The smoothie almost didn't taste like refined protein supplements when they added the imitation fruit juice. She made the sip long and smooth and louder than she needed to. It was actually becoming harder to annoy Dustil and that felt like it was her slipping. And that just couldn't happen.

"Do you have to do that?" Dustil raked a hand through his hair and stared at his still full drink.

"Probably not?" Mission shrugged. She sucked off the remnants from her straw and grabbed for his drink. "Gonna drink that?"

Dustil waved her off with a sour look. She might have thought he was sweet if he stopped looking like he was constipated. She didn't even bother switching straws before digging in. Maybe there was something in the protein powder that was really addictive. Maybe it was because it was free. She'd never know.

"So what crawled up your ass and died today, Smiley?"

Dustil glared at her and leaned back in his chair. "Nothing. I'm fine."

"Liar," Mission said between sips. She crinkled her nose and pressed her lekku against her temple. "Brain freeze."

"Thought you needed a brain for that," Dustil muttered.

"Geez, Dustil." Mission rubbed her t'chin in a different motion than her t'chun, oh yeah that helped. "Cranky much?"

"I'm not cranky," Dustil said crankily.

"Uh huh," Mission nodded, she brought her lekku down after a moment, realizing she probably looked like an idiot, "You don't sound it either." She stuck her finger against the rim of the glass and sucked fruity goodness off of it, glancing around. "Where's Sorna, isn't she slobbering over you at this point?"

Dustil glowered at her.

"She dumped you!" Mission said, much louder, and much higher pitched than she meant it.

"She did not—" Dustil jerked around like there was actually someone that could hear or something, "She didn't dump me. We broke up."

"So you dumped her?" Mission asked easily. It was already obvious he didn't. That was fine with Mission. She was completely tired of the stupid photohog that never knew what hair color to keep. Mission almost jumped her when she came in with what was practically matching Mission's skin tone.

"It was mutual," Dustil groused.

Sheesh he was grumpy. Mission tipped up her lekku and then smoothed them over with her hands; she didn't want to look too excited about it. That would be insensitive. "That's what the dumped person always says."

Dustil Onasi, prodigal son of Carth, owner of more grumpy in his left sideburn than Darth Malak's entire body, glared at her. "Mission."

"Why do you always think saying my name in that tone is going to do anything?" Mission tipped the rest of the drink back, getting a nice fruit smoothie mustache. She was about to lick it off when Dustil threw a napkin at her. "Thanks," she licked it off behind the napkin and wiped away the slobber with the rest.

"She got a job offer closer to the Rim to take holos for Capital News," Dustil sighed and shrugged. "I'm on Telos. What else was I supposed to do, tell her to stay?"

Of course not that would have meant Sorna might have actually stayed. Mission snorted. "No. You should have run after her with open arms and begged her to take her with you. I would have loved the free space."

There was always that split second before Dustil made a face where Mission was afraid he wouldn't take the joke, or he'd find some kind of seriousness in it and her entire front would be lost. Once again it was all set right when wonderbrat rolled his eyes and snorted.

"There's nothing I could do, we split amicably. It just," he let out another breath and leaned his cheek on his fist, "kind of sucks."

Oh crap. He was going to be mopey. If he was mopey then she'd actually feel guilty about cracking on his ex. "You know I hear that celibacy thing is all the rage with in-hiding Jedi. You'd probably be doing the universe a favor anyway."

Dustil flicked his fingers and the glasses rolled out towards Mission, sending little bits of goopy fruit everywhere on her shirt. "Ew, gross! You're doing my laundry!"

"I don't know, I'd like to see you do it for once. Maybe you'd shrink it," his eyebrows lifted in that way that was obnoxiously verging on cute and more verging on her wanting to punch him in the face.

She could feel the red tones in her skin pulling the blush to her cheeks. She crossed her arms over her chest and stuck her tongue out. "I can see why Sorna was in such a rush to leave."

Dustil glared and she was sure something he thought was devastating would come out of his lips, but instead his eyebrows sunk down towards his nose and he stared out at the promenade. Mission jerked her torso in that direction to see—

What looked like Revan running down the promenade and being followed by like the entirety of the TSF.

"Well," Mission hopped up to her feet, trying to brush off bits of smoothie from her shirt, "I bet Sorna wished she'd been here for a shot ofthat."


Bastila Shan – 6 Years Earlier

"Do not," Ariate Talke started putting her finger up, "say I told you so."

"I am a Jedi," Bastila said stuffily, ignoring the impulse as always to add Revan to the end of every sentence. "I do not lower myself to useless diatribes to point out the obvious. Though I will say, I specifically said that Manaan was closer and –"

"See!" Ariate threw her arms up. "That's I told you so!" She turned her head away and glanced down the long corridor where Carth and the astromech droid were attempting repairs. Ariate looked back, her face a little flushed. "You already had your own personal layover. Carth won't be good to us as a pilot if we just drag him around all the while knowing his son is out there."

Personal layover. That was one way to view the perspective-shifting experience that had been her mother. Bastila hoped her mother had made it to Coruscant all right. Bastila couldn't have that weighing on her conscience either. Not for the first time she wondered if that good deed had come from Revan herself, or the retroactive personality that had been placed into her mind. There had been too many occasions where certain things had slipped: her skills in battle, the slight accent that completely disappeared when certain topics were brought up, the way she interacted with the Mandalorian, and that droid she'd picked up.

But attempting to decide whether the Jedi-appointed personality chose to be kind to Bastila, or whether Revan herself was doing the controlling just made the situation all the more troublesome. Bastila didn't know who to be grateful to. "Yes, well. I would like to say thank you again for your … help with my mother."

Ariate waved her hand. "You already said, don't worry."

"That being said," Bastila twisted her fingers within each other before catching herself and placing them behind her back, "I should not have let myself get to the point where I needed counseling in that situation. It was unprofessional. You are the novice here and I should be giving you guidance." It was worrying that the former Dark Lord of the Sith felt the need to bring Bastila to the path of the light when her own mind was clouded with personal matters. Or that a personality imprinted by the Council would already have the wisdom far beyond Bastila's for the situation.

The other woman smiled at her. "Hey, it was a rough situation. You're my friend. Friends give each other advice."

Friends. The idea seemed, well -- it seemed favorable in a way that worried Bastila. If she let herself be friends with this woman who was she friends with? The scout with the Deralian background so close to Revan's own, or the former Dark Lord whose life she might someday regret saving?

"Then I shall give you advice, as a friend."

The other woman raised a dark eyebrow. "Okay, shoot."

"I think your judgment was made far beyond need of – keeping the full ability of our pilot." Bastila ignored the frown on Ariate's face, which so closely resembled what she thought Darth Revan would look like under that mask.

"Carth's my friend too," Ariate said stubbornly. She leaned against the back of one of the metal benches in the common area. "And ship malfunction aside, Korriban isn't thatmuch farther than Manaan."

That was a blatant lie; the distance was measurable enough to show that it was a clear side route. Not to mention the time they'd lost at this space station attempting repairs. Bastila lifted her chin a little. "I am not sure you are ready for the challenges that Korriban may show."

"What? Carth's son?" Ariate grinned. "How bad could he be?"

Bastila eyed her evenly.

Her bondmate rolled her head back. "Yeah, I know, Bastila. Terrors of the dark side and all that," her note ended on a drawl that was almost comforting. "I will be careful, but we have to get the Star Map so there's no point in putting it off." She lifted herself off the bench. "Besides, how hard could it be?" She flashed another grin and walked off towards where their pilot was currently swearing at the hyperdrive.

Bastila sighed and watched her walk off with much concern. Some of it personal.

Whichever personality the women Ariate Talke was, Bastila was certain neither of them would ever take the heed to actually listen to her.


Bastila Shan – Now (Give or Take Fifteen Minutes)

"Why is it whenever I travel with Jedi, I always end up in a stasis tank?" their current pilot muttered.

"TSF is --," the Telosian Security Force Guard looked up at the hulking figure of Canderous Ordo completely armored in his Mandalore costume and surrounded by his personal guard and blanched. "We are --" the guard continued, seeming to draw focus on Bastila as a relief, "-- we have to account for all suspicious landings after the attack on the station."

"You have got to be fracking kidding me," Revan's foot tapped. Bastila could feel her impatience under her skin.

"We'll have to take you in for questioning, while we check the ship," the TSF guard glanced warily at Canderous again.

"Trying to see your reflection, small fry?" the vocoder in his helmet made Canderous sound even more imposing that he already was, if such a thing could be possible.

Bastila secretly scolded herself for the amusement she got from the TSF Guard's shrinking back. But Revan had caught it and was smiling at her. Her bondmate turned back towards the Guard. "Look, we really need to see Carth Onasi."

"The Admiral is currently not seeing—"

"Admiral?" Revan laughed. "That's great!" She quieted at the look from the TSF Guard, looking more annoyed than embarrassed.

Bastila sighed and stepped forward. "We appreciate your sense of duty to the Republic," she ignored the three snorts from behind her, "We truly do, but it is imperative that we speak with the Admiral as soon as possible."

The TSF Guard seemed to see her clearly for the first time; he stood up a little straighter. "I am sorry, Master Jedi, but our orders are very strict."

Bastila smiled genially at him, her hands still fresh behind her back. It had taken much time to be able to stop acting like a Jedi, but it took only a matter of seconds to restep into her role. "If you would contact the Admiral and let him know that we had arrived, I am certain he would be exceedingly willing to clear his schedule."

It had been easier to contact him months ago when there was less of this tense worry on all the Telosian faces. It was important that they not act rashly and keep calm to restore order to the fractured station. Citadel was full of survivors were already nervous from their second chance to be destroyed. Impulsive moves would not help anyone.

It had been so long since she had last seen Revan, that Bastila had completely forgotten to tell her this herself, instead trusting on maturity and Jedi dignity to keep her friend calm.

So then it was no surprise that when Bastila saw Revan making a pulling vault over one of the walls blocking their way into the station, "Bloody hell," left her lips.

Quickly orders were put together and soon almost half the TSF Guard were on their way after Revan, running down the station with one purpose in mind.

Bastila sighed and made her way up the now-free ramp. She doubted the warning would have stopped Revan anyway.


Revan Talke – 2 Years Earlier

Spending a year with Jarysh, Revan found she knew most things about him, but they all seemed surface dreary. Like what her old personality used to spew out on impulse. It was possible that the Oulanian was just that boring, but she wanted to find out for sure. He didn't fight like he was boring and he certainly didn't look boring. Though that opinion may have been based more on the fact that she was desperately missing human contact. More specifically Carth.

She hadn't been this way on the Star Forge when she'd cut Malak off. She'd had focus there. Now, it was more like she was just coasting on a whim, traveling from one dead end to another.

They were finding more about the Sith'ari, but not about how to really destroy them. She could sense them now, but they were no longer parasitic hosts that had no personality. They were their own species without the hosts, traveling through this side of the universe and slowly but surely trying to find a way to leak into the other side. With no thought to the hosts they would take and destroy in the process.

And Jarysh. Well she knew his tattoos stretched to his stomach and that his background had been just as simple as hers (at least before the Jedi and all that followed), but that was about it. The silence was a nice, companionable kind of silence as they traveled to the next planet, but it was still silence.

"You never said why you were so interested in leaving your home world," Revan said finally, the crack of her voice breaking the quiet.

Jarysh glanced up at her with those unnatural-looking green eyes of his. He seemed to think for a minute, it had been a few months since they'd decide to leave completely and not even come back to Oulania for pit stops. Revan had been a child when she left her home world, she wasn't sure she would have made the same decision if she was the age she was now. "I am not as well connected as the rest of my tribe."

Revan could understand that. The feeling of disconnect she'd felt since she was a little girl was strong enough to make her reach for the ends of the galaxy. Usually people stayed in the routine they were in unless there was something wrong; something off.

"Seemed like more than that. The others didn't even want to ride a ship with me."

Jarysh smiled and leaned back on his seat. "You are a very unusual girl. They were scared of you."

Revan snorted. "Because I'm unusual or because I use the Force?"

"You do more than use it," Jarysh shook his head and glanced at the wide scope of stars that looked the same here as they did anywhere else in the universe. "You sing with Ashla. It sings with you. Even the Elders, who could not feel it, knew."

The basic premise of that was disturbing, made Revan feel even more ostracized than she had before, but something about Jarysh's voice made her pause. Made it feel more comforting. She pulled her legs under her on the chair. "So you didn't leave some crying special someone back on Oulania?"

Jarysh shook his head. "My troubles with women are wide and long. The one that might have been is long since bound and with child."

"See I never have that problem," Revan tucked some dark hair behind her ears. "I just have mine waiting for me when I come back, or you know floating dead in space." Maybe if she joked about it enough she'd feel less bad about either of them. So far it hadn't worked, but it was bound to come around.

"Carth is the one waiting?" Jarysh looked a little confused. "The pilot?"

Revan smiled, even though she just wanted to change the subject completely. It felt more like he was a million kilometers away when she talked about him, instead of keeping it her own personal thing, but Jarysh and she had run out of conversational ideas on the surface stuff after a month. "Yeah, he's probably back on Telos."

"Waiting for you?" The way Jarysh said it didn't sound like an accusation, but it felt like one.

"Probably, I'm the love of his life," Revan snorted. She shook her head at Jarysh's blank look. "I don't know. He might be, I hope he is, but I guess I wouldn't blame him—" She shouldn't, but she would. "—if he went off and got someone else. I mean he's got a pretty good track record of holding onto his ladies after they're gone for a long time, but after a good four year stint he might find some other charming dark-haired girl to sweep him off his feet."

"And when that happens?" Jarysh wasn't even looking at her, he was asking her questions she didn't want to think about let alone hear and he was just staring out into space.

"I don't know. I kill her?" Revan smiled when Jarysh turned his head. "I'm not thinking about it. I can't think about how they're moving on with their lives, or what they're all doing, I have to keep up with what I'm doing. There's no time limit." Hopefully. She was sure she had one and would reach it at a certain point. She had a strong feeling it'd be around that four year mark. He had a pattern after all.

Jarysh spun the captain's chair around to stare at her fully. "They? Who is this other one you are talking about? I am aware you have strange customs in your side of the galaxy, but you have more than one—"

Revan laughed so hard she felt it shake her intestines. She waved her hand. "No, no. They's just—it's just the people I left behind. The other would be—I mean there is no other, he's dead." Because she brought him up a dark path with no return, then returned herself and killed him not remembering anything about why he was so angry, so dark. "He's dead."

Jarysh nodded thoughtfully. "What is he like, this one?"

Revan felt for a second she should answer about Carth, a million things came to mind. None which she wanted to think about. "Malak?" She paused, considering. Like she really needed the moment to remember her best friend, first love, and partner in almost rebuilding the galaxy in her own image, "He was big, tall and—" she glanced at Jarysh watching her carefully, those green eyes on her, a tattoo cresting just below one of them "—had tattoos."

She ignored the way the large tan hands went up to his own.

Malak's had gone down pretty far too.


Revan Talke - Now

Maybe she had been a little impetuous, Revan thought as the entire TSF chased her down one module after another. And damn they could run fast. She had also forgotten how much blaster burns fracking hurt. Luckily, with as much training as she'd managed to squeeze in while she was gone, avoiding them was fairly easy. It was the not killing the TSF that was the hard part. But she could sense Carth somewhere ahead. She knew he was on the station, the squirmy guard with the man-crush on Canderous had said as much.

It had been too long. Way too long. And she was really tired of waiting on everything. Four years had been enough.

But they were really chasing her. She had to give their persistence some credit, not enough to not Force push the first row following her into the second, before jumping over another divider – but some.

What do you plan to accomplish with this? Bastila's voice, even inside her head sounded like it was catching up to her.

I really missed your level of shrill in my brain, Bast. Revan slid underneath a vestibule stand and into a lift. She shut the lift door just before the TSF caught up. They'd probably be finding a way around her while she was traveling to the next module, she sure didn't remember half the way around the station, but she just knew where she had to go and she planned on doing it.

When the doors opened there weren't TSF officers, but there was an entire module that hadn't been here four years ago. Which made sense, but also meant she was lost. Had Carth's place moved? It was possible; he was an Admiral now apparently.

She'd seen those uniforms. It made her run faster, even if it was in the wrong direction. Flyboy would get the notice if he knew what was good for him.

Revan, you are behaving irrationally and irresponsibly and you should stop this instant. Revan didn't remember what her mother sounded like before she died, but she remembered what Bastila's sounded like and the tone and pitch was perfect. Hell, it was Master Vrook-like.

She skidded to halt when she came to a pathway that split into three directions. I'm being assertive.

A blaster shot that almost missed her shoulder made the decision for her and Revan took down the left pathway. It was another module and three benches before Revan found Carth.

And ran past him.

She slowed herself again, moving so fast with the Force that she tripped and toppled onto the ground, missing another blaster shot. She scrambled to her feet and attempting a casual stance and walking over to the incredulous looking Admiral. "So flyboy, did you miss me?"

Fourteen TSF officers skidded up behind Carth before he could answer, his mouth slightly open. "Admiral, do you know this woman?"

Carth narrowed his eyes for a second. "No. I've never seen her before in my life."

"That is not even funny!" Revan pointed her finger at him and then lowered it when fourteen blasters pointed in her direction.

Carth's face softened into a smirk. "You're late."

There were a lot of smart comebacks that came to mind, but that smile on that face, in that uniform, none of them really mattered. Revan made almost a running leap and crushed herself against Carth, trying to crawl into his skin. And the man being who he was didn't take too long to react. He kissed her hard enough to rock the feeling down to her feet and make it feel like he hadn't kissed her in four years. And it felt worth the wait.

He felt warm, and familiar, and perfectly Carth. She couldn't even remember any of her reasons for leaving and had her hand pushing down the back of his collar when a loud and mental, AHEM came from Bastila's mouth and the bond.

Carth and Revan broke apart, his hands still gripping her arms like he was afraid she was going to leave any second. "I think we should preemptively get a room," Revan said into his chin.

Carth's face was a little flushed and he wrapped an arm around her, turning towards the larger crowd of TSF officers, half looking uncomfortable and half nodding in approval. He cleared his throat and she could hear the rumbling in his chest from where she'd tucked herself under his arm. "I have the situation under control, Lieutenant. You and the other TSF can go back to your duties."

A couple of the TSF officers actually winked at Carth, but when he'd put on what could only be called his 'Admiral' face they turned around and all started to walk away. Unfortunately, that didn't work the same on Bastila, who had her arms crossed under her chest and was frowning at Revan.

Not to mention the rest of the ragtag crew that had managed to follow. Revan looked up at Carth. "Do it so they all go away."

Bastila huffed. "Did the Ebon Hawk land here recently, Carth?"

Carth's hand was absently rubbing Revan's arm and it felt amazing in a way that made her want to rip his clothes off right there, but he was frowning and nodding. "Yes. The Exile landed by—" he glanced at the crew meandering behind Bastila, "herself."

Huh. Revan hadn't actually thought that following that trail to Telos would have actually worked.

Bastila probably caught some of that, because she was looking at Revan with her eyebrows raised like she was about to crap out a lightsaber.

Revan steadily ignored her. "You know where she is now?" Not that she cared. She wondered where the closest room was and how fast she could get Carth there.

Carth nodded and looked down at her, his smile stretching over his face like he just remembered she was there. "She took a shuttle down to one of the restoration zones. Why? Did something happen?"

That question was so a Bastila question and directed as such, but Revan was glad Carth was still looking at her when he said it. She smiled up at him and rubbed her nose against some of his stubble that was blessedly not absent now that he was an admiral.

Bastila shot her a glare that she could feel, and sighed. "Yes, Carth. We have reason to believe that was not actually the Exile, but a Sith with a very highly adaptive skill at changing her form."

"Like shape-shifting?" That crinkle between his brows Carth was getting was so cute.

She was certain she used to think it was old-manish, but at the moment the way he was breathing and his chest was lifting was making her lightheaded.

"No," Revan said drawing his attention back to her, "more like a really good illusion. The chick Ulic Qel-Droma was banging used to be really good at it."

"Revan," Bastila sounded scandalized. She brought herself back into a more Jedi stance. "Then we will need to procure transportation to the Restoration Zone." And you will have to come.

What? Revan clung a little to Carth. He smelled like old paper and cinnamon. Why? You can totally take on a Sith Lord. It's not like she can get anywhere from where she is.

The Exile may be in danger and you are the only one who seems to be able to sense these things

Revan crinkled up her nose, but she didn't have to respond. There was a blue streak of an interruption that latched around her waist instead. "Revan!"

Revan hadn't really appreciated the idea of an interruption, but seeing Mission there made her grin broadly. "Mish, what are you doing here?"

"What am I doing here?" Mission's voice went up a pitch, "What are you doing here? We all thought you were dead!"

Revan glanced at Carth to see if that was true, he didn't really meet her gaze. She glanced back down at Mission as the girl – and there was a shocker – the woman stepped back. Mission was shapely and formed and -- fracking hell -- had bigger breasts than Revan.

Revan tried not to frown, she was really too happy to see all of them to do so. "Well, I'm not. I'm actually apparently," she glanced at Bastila, who was lifting an eyebrow, "going to go to the Restoration Zone to find a Sith Lord."

"You've been here five minutes and you brought a Sith Lord and all of TSF on you?" Revan had almost forgotten that Dustil had even existed for a good fifteen minutes. He looked a little at odds seeing her.

Hell, maybe they had thought she was dead. "I am just that talented," Revan said with a smirk. She glanced at Bastila. "Can we hurry this roadshow up then? Transport, location, and then—" she winked at Carth and didn't go into excruciating detail for Mission's sake; she may have made a couple of eyebrow wiggles and dirty hand gestures though.

Mission made hurling noises and Dustil gagged.

Carth just laughed and Revan had missed that noise the most. "You got it, gorgeous."

Revan smiled at him and then turned on her heel. "Okay, Canderous, Bastila, Rand, Dustil, you're with me. The rest of you go see if there's anything on the Hawk that has any clues about what Traya's been up to."

A few of them looked at her like she shouldn't have been ordering them around. Mission looked annoyed she hadn't been invited along. Rand looked bored and Carth just looked at her. She stared at him and grasped at his jacket. "And Carth Onasi, kiss me hard enough to last me until I get back."

"You got it, gorgeous," Carth repeated. He was always a good solider and followed orders to the letter.