The charges on the Ravenger were set. As soon as the infiltration team of five boarded their escape shuttle, Kelborn set them off, filling the dark sky with an explosion of reds, yellows and oranges. Immediately, the Sith Lord's ship began falling out of orbit. Braylor and Kelborn let out a Mandalorian cry of victory while Mandalore patted Meetra and Visas - who had finally allowed a smile to cross her lips - on the back. With their work on Telos complete, they set a course for Telos to retrieve the Ebon Hawk.

oo-oo

To Meetra's surprise, Lieutenant Grenn was waiting for them at the landing pad. "Looks like the Jedi aren't so bad after all," he snorted, a crooked smile crossing his lips.

Although Meetra didn't want to be rude, Grenn was the last person she wanted to speak to - he was a reminder of what she'd done to Atton. With a cordial nod, she tried to move past him and back to the Ebon Hawk, but he kept sidestepping, blocking her path. "I'm sorry, but was there something else you needed?" Meetra narrowed her eyes, obviously annoyed.

"Yeah," he replied. "My commanding officer, Admiral Onasi, is finally here. He said he wants to speak with you about a mutual acquaintance."

Sighing deep, Meetra began shaking her head. "Grenn, I really don't have time to -"

"You know, it'd be a real shame for that 'paperwork' requesting your boyfriend's release to get lost, wouldn't it?" Grenn crossed his arms, using Atton as leverage to force her into speaking with the admiral. A fire burning in her eyes, Meetra glared at the lieutenant before agreeing to speak with Onasi.

Unbeknownst to Meetra, Grenn knew of Atton's escape. Since Meetra would have to walk by the row of force cages to get to the admiral's makeshift office, he reassigned Reiner to pose as Atton. The TSF dressed the young man in clothing similar to what the scoundrel was wearing at the time of his arrest, as well as adding a bit of extra padding on his scrawny frame. As the two approached the hall of cages, Grenn paused, swallowing deep, trying to act natural despite his concerns. "Now, your little boy toy's in here. My advice is to move as fast as possible. Don't even look at him."

Biting her lip, Meetra nodded as he opened the door. She walked quickly, looking down the row of empty force cages as she went. Finally, she saw Atton - or who she believed to be Atton - sitting in a force cage, his back turned to her. Unable to help herself, she began running to the cage, ready to beg for forgiveness. "Atton, I -"

"General Surik?" an unfamiliar man's voice called out. Confused as to who might refer to her as 'general', she looked up to find the source of the voice, her eyes locking on a man at the end of the corridor. "I know you're a busy woman, so I won't take much of your time," he promised.

Before she stepped away, Meetra took one last glance at Atton, covered in dark robes - he hadn't even turned around to look at her. Her worst fears had come to pass - Atton no longer loved her. Normally, she could feel a warmth whenever she was near him, but now, she felt nothing. With a heavy heart, she began walking to the man. As she neared him, she was able to make out the details of his face.

Save for a bit of stubborn fringe that reminded her of Atton, the man's light brown hair - peppered with a few greying strands - was pushed off his face in a neat, military-like style. A healthy amount of stubble covered his square jaw. His face was somewhat plain, but something about it was surprisingly attractive - Meetra assumed his gravelly voice had something to do with her slight feelings of attraction. "You must be Admiral Onasi," Meetra deduced as she stretched out her hand to shake his.

"And you're the one who saved us all," he smiled, shaking her hand firmly. "And please, just call me Carth. There's no need for titles. Besides, I'm indebted to you. You saved my homeworld. How can I ever repay you?" It was a phrase Meetra had grown accustomed to hearing over the past year - as usual, she replied with her prepackaged answer.

"Telos being safe is all the reward I need," she smiled warmly, truly meaning what she'd said. A moment of silence passed. As she waited for him to say something, Meetra inspected his clothing - the admiral was dressed quite well, especially for just leading a battle offensive. Apparently Carth saw the look on her face and answered her wordless question.

"Son's wedding," he grinned, beaming with pride. "I guess he and his fiance - well, wife now - could've picked a better time, huh? But, then again, the whole ceremony is kind of strange since a wookiee's officiating. Couldn't understand a damn word," Carth laughed, twisting an old, tarnished ring on his finger. "But they're really in love, so that's all that matters. It's nice to see both of them so happy."

Unsure of how to respond, Meetra curled her lips inward, her lips quirking into a faint smile as she nodded. "Congratulations to you and your family. Well, I really should be -"

"You old bastard," Canderous' voice boomed from behind as he bounded into the room, a distressed looking Grenn following close behind.

"Canderous," Carth smiled, drawing the Mandalorian in for a hug, shocking Meetra. "We were hoping you'd make it to the wedding, especially since it was your old pazaak partner getting married."

"Eh, I tried," the Mandalorian shrugged. "But, as usual, duty calls. How's everything with -"

"Ahem" Meetra cleared her throat loudly, hoping to get the two men back on track. "If we're all done here, I'm going to make some preparations to leave Telos." As she turned to leave the room, Carth called out.

"You knew Revan?"

Turning slowly, Meetra eyed the admiral closely for some sort of an answer, before giving hers. "Why do you want to know?"

"I was a friend of Revan. Both of us were," he motioned to Canderous. "Revan and I traveled together during the Jedi Civil Wars. I wanted to know if you had any idea where he was since you flew into Telos on his ship."

"The Hawk?" Meetra asked, somewhat surprised Revan ever would have traveled in such a rickety freighter.

"Yes," Carth answered. "Like I said, someone wants to know where he is. She's -" he paused, shaking his head as he corrected himself. "They're worried about him."

"I'm sorry," Meetra exhaled deeply. "I don't know where he is." As she turned to leave, a woman bounded through the doors, sending the room into a frenzy.

"What're you doin' here?" Mandalore's eyes widened.

Then, Carth raised his voice to a volume Meetra hadn't imagined the mild-mannered admiral would have been able to muster. "Bas, I thought we agreed to -"

"Please, Meetra, if you know anything, please tell me," Bastila interrupted, the desperation in her voice evident. "I just need to know he's alright."

Trying to recover from seeing someone she hadn't seen in more than a decade, Meetra stood in silence, shocked at the sight of Bastila, holding a young child in her arms. "B-B-Bastila?" she stammered, trying to make sense of why the petite woman might be concerned as to Revan's whereabouts.

As if she read Meetra's mind, Bastila explained herself. "Please, Revan is my husband," she continued, further shocking Meetra. "I just want to know he's safe for my son." Stepping closer, Bastila handed her son to Canderous as she extended her hand, placing it on Meetra's stomach. "You understand the worry, don't you?"

Assuming Bastila was trying to relate to her as a woman in some strange way, Meetra allowed her fellow Jedi's hand to linger. "I don't know anything. I'm sorry." The moment the words crossed her lips, Bastila's once hopeful expression morphed into one of despair. The look broke Meetra's heart - she couldn't let things drop there. "Is there any information you could give me? Maybe I ran into something and didn't even realize it."

"He, uh, he went by another name during the Jedi Civil War," Carth offered, his face equally sorrowful. "Thayer."

Barely believing her ears, Meetra's heart skipped a beat. "Thayer?" she repeated skeptically. "Penn Thayer?"

"What do you know?" Bastila pleaded, the light returning to her eyes. "Please."

Hoping she still had it in her sack, Meetra rummaged through her satchel and pulled out the small datapad she'd found on Korriban. "I found this at a Sith Academy on Korriban. I don't know how much good it'll be to you - I've tried, but couldn't open it - but here," she extended the datapad to Bastila who quickly snatched it out of her hands.

As Bastila attempted countless combinations, Meetra glanced at the child in Canderous' arms - Revan's child. Looking into the boy's piercing brown eyes and dark, shoulder length hair, there wasn't a doubt in her mind the child was the son of her old friend. While seeing a small piece of Revan brought a smile to her face, it also raised innumerable questions, not only as to where he may be, but also about him as a person. For all the years she'd known Revan, she'd never known he wanted to be a father. What else hadn't she known about him? Meetra didn't have long to ponder her internal questioning - her thoughts were interrupted by Bastila's squeal of joy.

"I knew it," she whispered, looking at the datapad's dimly lit screen. "He'd probably be so excited I finally cracked a lock," Bastila laughed, tears in her eyes.

Although dying to ask what the combination that had outsmarted her for months was, Meetra held her tongue out of respect for Revan's privacy. "Well, I hope whatever's on that datapad will help you find him for you and your son," she smiled. As she walked past Bastila to leave, the Jedi peeled her eyes away from the datapad.

"Wait," Bastila said quietly, halting Meetra. "I know we've had our differences in the past, but may I give you a bit of advice?" Wondering what the advice may be, Meetra nodded. "I know a Jedi's life is one of sacrifice, but-but don't harm the little one on during your journey," she said softly as her eyes drifted to Meetra's abdomen. "It's a terrible pain."

Subtly placing her hands over her stomach, suddenly self conscious because of Bastila's gaze, Meetra furrowed her brow. "I'm not sure what you're talking about," she countered, genuinely perplexed as to why Bastila thought she was pregnant. "I'm not -"

"It's alright," Bastila smiled warmly. "I already know."

Wanting to be free of the increasingly strange situation, Meetra returned Bastila's smile and nodded. "I'll be careful," she promised. Without another word, Meetra left the office to return to the Ebon Hawk, wondering why Bastila so firmly believed she was with child.