Carth woke wishing he were dead. For a moment he wondered if he was, but he imagined being dead wouldn't feel so blasted awful. Groaning on the bunk he curled his knees up to his chest to try and abate some of his nausea. Unfortunately this made his head pound even worse till he thought it might actually explode. Carth lay there for several minutes battling his stomach. Finally winning he opened one eye, and wished he hadn't. He had forgotten to turn off the lights last night when he crawled into his bunk and the illumination was killing him. Carth groaned again and half opened the other eye, trying to adjust to the light.

Ever so slowly Carth started moving out of the bunk, glad now that Mical had insisted the Admiral have the quarters all to himself. Despite Carth's protests Mical had seemed to think that as an Admiral he deserved to have privacy, and had moved his gear into the bunks at the other end of the ship with Atton. Carth was not currently in any type of mood for company. Resisting the urge to vomit all over the deck plates, he painfully made his way over to one of his gear packs and dug through it slowly. After finally reaching the bottom Carth found what he was looking for and pulled out the stim. Injecting it he sighed in relief. He still felt awful, but now it only felt like one Ronto had ran over his head rather than a whole herd. "Thank you Canderous," Carth whispered softly. The nausea had almost disappeared and the headache was now bearable. Digging out another stim he rubbed his face and exited the sleeping quarters.

As Carth wandered into the hallway, the scent of caffa hit him and he groaned again. This time in pleasure. Resisting the urge to immediately grab a cup he instead headed to the other end of the ship where Atton most likely was. Reaching the other bunks Carth opened the door and found Atton curled up into a position than resembled Carth's recent one. Atton also cracked one bloodshot eye and glared at Carth.

"I hate you," Atton muttered at the man standing before him.

"I'll bet," Carth responded with a frown and rubbing his still aching head. "Here," he threw the stim at Atton and it landed next to his clutched stomach. "It'll help."

Atton grabbed greedily at the stim and injected it. As the chemicals worked through his system Atton closed his eyes and sighed in relief. "I owe you one Onasi."

"I smelled caffa on the way here as well," he told Atton.

"Thank the Force," Atton closed his eyes.

Carth turned and left the room to find the source of said caffa and wandered into the common room. Mical was sitting at a clean center table sipping tea out of a cup. Carth entered and immediately felt guilty. Not only had Mical got Atton to bed, he had cleaned up their mess from the night before and made them caffa. "You really didn't have to do all this Mical," Carth protested.

"It was no problem Admiral," Mical smiled up at him faintly.

"No really, you shouldn't have had to clean up, and the caffa…"

"Honestly Admiral, I didn't mind. How is Atton?" Mical took a sip of his tea.

"Better…" Carth went over to the small cooking counter and poured himself a cup of caffa.

"Yes he was quite…surly this morning." Mical smiled ironically.

Carth couldn't help but chuckle at the probable understatement of Mical's remark. "Judging by the way I felt when I first woke up, I can imagine." Carth took his cup and pulled up a chair. "Thanks, by the way."

"Again Admiral, there's no need," Mical smiled softly at him.

Carth had to admit this hero worship or whatever it was starting to make him a little uncomfortable. It was bad enough in the fleet. "Look Mical, I'm not in command of anything here. We're teammates, so it's Carth, okay?"

Mical looked down uncomfortable. Finally he looked up and met the Admiral's eyes. "Well then I suppose it is my turn to apologize Ad…Carth." Saying his name seemed to make the Padawan uncomfortable.

Carth sighed, "You can't do it, can you?" He smirked at the other man over his cup.

Mical laughed. "I suppose between my Jedi training and my time serving in the military…no?" He looked worriedly over at Carth. "I'm sorry Admiral."

Carth waved a hand in dismissal as Atton stumbled into the room. "Still hate me?" Carth asked.

"Gnuhhh," Atton groaned as he made his way to the caffa. Fumbling in the cupboard he pulled out a mug and proceeded to fill it. Atton then sat in an open chair, took a sip from his cup and sighed, his eyes closed in pleasure. "Between the stim and the caffa it has turned into only extreme dislike," he said as he opened his eyes and smirked at Carth.

Carth snorted in response. "I suppose we should get off this hellhole then?" he asked the other two.

"You've got my vote," Atton responded.

"Where should we head to first?" Mical asked.

"Well," Carth said as he took as sip, "Tatooine is closer, might as well make that our first stop. Deralia's out in the middle of nowhere. I suppose we should get moving, this isn't going to get any easier the longer we wait."

Atton frowned, "I'm in no condition to fly this tub anywhere. Not at least for five more cups."

"No problem, I was going to take us out anyway. If you fly like you fix I don't want you anywhere near the controls," Carth's mouth twisted into a mock smile.

Atton glared up at him. "About not hating you? I changed my mind." Carth's laugh echoed as he headed up to the cockpit to run a preflight before grabbing a shower while Mical took another sip to hide his smile.

To Carth's surprise the Astrogation computer was locked with a voice ID. Fortunately T3 could bypass it, but there were no programmed points before the Exile had taken over the ship. He had tried to get the astromech droid to unlock any previous coordinates but the little guy had been extremely stubborn. Carth had finally given up arguing with the droid after fifteen minutes and had it program in the coordinates to Tatooine. It wasn't like T3 to resist him like that, and Carth found the experience a little disconcerting. He wondered if she was responsible for both the voice lock and T3's stubbornness. Well there was nothing he could do about it. Ships he could fix, but droids were beyond him.

Carth started the blast off thrusters and smiled as the ship lifted off the ground smoothly. Yeah, he'd missed the Hawk, but it had always been Morii's ship. Carth began maneuvering through the Refugee Sector and climbed into the upper atmosphere as he cleared the buildings. He hadn't needed to even transmit for clearance; either coming or going as the local authorities didn't care who came and went through this part of the moon, for which Carth was grateful. He didn't really think anyone was following him, but he was a cautious man and felt it was better to be safe than sorry. There were elements in the Republic that would not want Revan found; they preferred her lost. Not that the Jedi Knight Nemorii Vohn's former identity was widely known, but it was known enough that she had endured a couple of assassination attempts before she left. One had come disturbing close to succeeding and Carth shuddered at the memory.

Carth ran through the medical corridors still in uniform, heedless of decorum or courtesy. He had a few narrow misses with several personnel and one man said angrily, "Watch it buddy!" as Carth accidentally ran into his shoulder. Carth however didn't even stop to apologize; just spun around and kept running. He stopped as he reached the doors to the intensive ward, fear at what might be in there making him pause. Please let her be alright please let her be alright please let her be alright he thought desperately. Jolee's message had only indicated that she had been badly injured in an assassination attempt and for Carth to get his "military brass butt to the medical unit on Citadel."

Carth sucked in his breath, sucked up his courage and pushed open the door. Several medical personnel moved around briskly on errands and a few of them looked over at him in sideways glances, the sympathy on their faces causing his stomach to clench in terror. Please let her be alright please let her be alright please let her be alright please let her be alright The words ran through his head dizzily as Carth headed to the back of the ward where he spotted Jolee walking toward him, once again wearing the Jedi robes he had abandoned so long ago on Kashyyyk. Jolee had put his personal differences with the Order aside because the old man felt they needed him after Malak had decimated their numbers, and Jolee had become Morii's constant champion among the Jedi; both in keeping her former identity hidden to avoid prosecution from numerous systems, as well as defending her relationship with Carth.

Jolee was coming from a kolto tank with a body floating in it. Carth refused to look at the tank and instead focused on Jolee's approaching form. He couldn't look, not yet.

"Carth," Jolee greeted the younger man and pulled him into a quick embrace.

"Jolee, how…how bad is it?" Carth really didn't want to know.

Jolee sighed and looked at Carth with pain filled eyes. "It's bad Carth." Carth's face hardened in fear and Jolee held up a hand. "Bah,she'll make it, she's too stubborn to die," he assured the new Admiral, "but this time it was close, too close." Jolee frowned in thought. "Whoever did this knew Jedi, knew Jedi weaknesses, and knew how to hunt them. Morii was damn lucky Carth. The only thing that saved her was her strength in the Force and sheer willpower. She managed to heal her wounds enough to drag herself back to one of those restoration outposts they're building and call for help. It'll probably be at least a month before she's fully recovered."

Carth swallowed nervously. "Can I see her?"

"Of course you can boy! But I should warn you, it looks worse than it is."

Carth nodded, "Okay," he said shakily as he ran a nervous hand through his hair. Jolee stepped aside and walked with him over to the kolto tank. As Carth approached the tank he had to work very hard to keep the shock off of his face. Morii was in a medical jumpsuit with a breathing mask attached to her nose and mouth. The first thing he noticed was Morii's hair. The hair on the left side appeared to have been burned away and the rest of it cut extremely short to treat her wounds. Carth thought briefly how she would hate that as the new length would cause the brown locks to curl wildly till it grew long enough to pull back. The burns on the side of Morii's head extended down to her cheek, cracked and peeling with the kolto treatment. Luckily it appeared her eye had been spared That the medics would have had a harder time repairing. The burns continued on her left shoulder and down her arm, torso and both legs. Several deep gouges intersected over her injured side, some looked to be caused by shrapnel, but others had the distinct appearance of blade marks. There were fiveparallel gouges on her stomach. Carth blanched at these They had the distinct mark of torture.

Carth approached the tank and stopped in front of it, pain etched on his features at her appearance. As if sensing him, Morii opened her eyes slowly. Moving thickly through the liquid, she lifted her undamaged hand and pressed her palm on the tank shell. Carth in turn lifted his left hand and matched his larger palm and fingers to hers through the glass. "Hey Beautiful," he whispered as he smiled sadly at her.

Morii's pale blue eyes narrowed as she read his lips. He could almost hear her voice saying "liar," at his comment.

"Would you prefer Gorgeous?" He quietly asked the old joke. Her eyes smiled at him softly, and then closed as her arm fell back to float gently in the kolto, as if the movement had exhausted her. Carth's hand stayed against the glass for a few moments before he let it fall sadly back to his side. Turning away he looked at Jolee.

Carth realized they had left Nar Shadaa's atmosphere as the light from various stars brightened in the now black sky. He adjusted course and prepared to access the hyperdrive when a shudder rocked the ship. "What the…?" Carth uttered in surprise as the ship slowed. Mical and Atton ran into the bridge behind Carth's seat.

"What's going on?" Atton asked.

"I don't know. We've been caught in some sort of tractor beam. Blast it! I can't break us free! Did you two make some enemies on NarShadaa you forgot mention?" Carth was frantically punching up information and trying to fluctuate engine velocity, but it only caused the shaking to become more violent. The ship was slowly spun around to face its captor.

"You've got to be kidding me!" Atton yelled as the other ship came into view.

"Atton, you recognize the ship?" Mical asked as he looked toward Atton.

"Unfortunately," Atton glared at the vessel; the ship had to be new, but the design was all too familiar. "It looks like Goto's looking for payback."