I awoke in a cold sweat from another nightmare about my mother. It was funny that I didn't think of her much until Atton brought it up. I missed her, and to the best of my knowledge, I was an only child. I tried hard to remember if I had any siblings, but again I was answered by a roaring headache and losing memories of the simple things. I let sleeping dogs lie for now. Speaking of sleeping dogsā¦
"Atton, we have to get up," I grumbled and shook him, "C'mon man, seriously. Get up."
He growled slightly and swatted at me. I sighed and pushed him off the bed. He landed with a hard thud, and I could feel the approving eye of Kreia. I looked at her, but she didn't show any emotion. I knew she liked seeing Atton kicked off the bed however.
"What was that for?" He grumbled and stretched.
"It's time to get up. We have to do some things for Chodo, remember?"
"Oh yeah." He yawned.
I changed my clothes and headed out with Kreia and Atton, praying this wouldn't take very long.
--BIG ASS TIMESKIP 'CAUSE I'M LAZY--
"Finally!" I sighed in frustration and walked into the hangar the Ithorians prepared for me.
It had been an excruciating three weeks since I've been working for the Ithorians. They finally let me, Atton and Kreia take a small orbital shuttle down to the Restoration Zones, so I could find an Iridonian mechanic named Bao-Dur, and he could access the shield network and find the Hawk for me. Who knows, maybe he'll prove useful? I strapped myself in so tight I was seeing stars from lack of oxygen. Atton sighed and loosened me up.
"Relax scaredy cat. It's not that bad once you get used to it."
"Yeah, but this isn't the Hawk. When you're in the Ebon Hawk, you really can't feel yourself flying because it's a big ship. When you're in a tiny POS orbital shuttle, you can feel everything."
Atton rolled his eyes and shrugged, strapping himself into the pilot's seat and priming the engines. Kreia took a seat next to me and, amazingly enough, strapped herself in. I thought you had to do that kind of thing with two hands. The shuttle started away gently, but dipped low into the shield zone. I gripped the armrests until my knuckles were white, but I didn't scream. I did however, scream when we were shot at and Atton crashed onto a mountain. We soon spiraled down and I quickly unbuckled myself just before we crashed, and I was launched out of the windshield. I watched a pair of boots approach me before I passed out.
--
"Look at that, she's finally waking up." An unfamiliar voice whispered.
I grunted and tasted copper as I picked my head up. I spit and, sure enough, there was a bit of blood in my mouth. I looked up and noticed an Iridonian standing over me.
"Morning General." He whispered.
It came back at me like a ton of bricks. I remember taking on two different personalities during the Mandalorian Wars. One, of course, being Revan and the other being Mileena, the vicious, take-no-prisoners bad ass chick who still had a soft side. In retrospect "Mileena" was exactly like Revan. As a matter of fact, there was only one man in the entire galaxy that knew of my true identity, besides Kreia. One of my first masters and my first crush.
Master Kavar.
I pushed my memories away for now and struggled to get up. The Iridonian lent me his hand and I graciously accepted. Before I could ask him if he was who I was looking for, He asked me a different question.
"Remember me General, from the Wars?"
"Hm?"
"Remember? I was the only Iridonian mechanic in the Mandalorian Wars."
"I'm sorry, but I don't really remember much of the war and I'd prefer not to talk about it."
He nodded respectfully and Kreia and Atton began to stir. I rushed to Kreia first, considering she was old.
"Oh, never mind your dashing rogue." Atton grumbled as he sat up.
"Are you alright Kreia?" I asked, ignoring my 'dashing rogue'.
"Get away from me, I'm fine," She hissed, "Care to the fool."
I rolled my eyes and moved to Atton. He sat up and I touched his chest, which struck up another indecent conversation with him.
"You know, I usually treat a woman to dinner before I let her--"
"Quiet Atton." I hissed.
I touched his chest firmly, checking for broken ribs. I pressed my ear close to his lungs and told him to breathe deeply. He obeyed without question, and I heard something rattling.
"Shit." I mumbled and stood up.
"Something wrong doc?" Atton quipped.
"There's something rattling around your lungs."
He breathed again and barely winced.
"It's nothing I can't handle."
"Just take it easy please? I'll leave you here while Kreia and I--"
"Not without me." Bao added.
"Okay fine. Bao-Dur, Kreia and I will scope out and--"
"You're not leaving me here by myself." Atton growled.
I sighed explosively and tossed him a blaster pistol.
"Just don't slow me down, punk."
