Tina stood at the end of the bridge looking out the window. She had been there for almost two hours and the bridge crew was getting concerned. Feral and the General were meditating, So Wolffe went to her.
"Somethings wrong, isn't it." He stood behind a step behind and three steps to the right as he did for his General.
"Eight years, four months, and sixteen days." Turning slightly towards Wolffe, "That's the last time I faced my former master in lightsaber combat." Looking away to hide her tears, "I couldn't beat him then, why should I be able to beat him now?"
Putting a hand on her shoulder like he'd seen the General do Wolffe felt her lean into his touch. Finding words he spoke, "Last time you faced him alone. But you are not alone anymore, all of us are with you." Hearing her deep, cleansing breath, "None of us would think less of you if you let the General and Commander Feral handle Krell."
She shook her head, "I have to." Looking up at him, "You of all people should understand that." Before he could speak, "I have to stop him from hurting anyone else the way he hurt me." Motioning to encompass the entire bridge, "The way he has hurt all of us."
Wolffe nodded, this he understood. "Maybe you should get something to eat. We'll let you know when we're getting close."
A bitter smile, "You don't have to. I'll already know." With that she turned and left the bridge.
Sinker hurried over, "Is she alright?"
Wolffe answers, "She's understandably nervous, but I think she'll pull through."
Everyone had seen the unearthed tapes of how Krell used to beat Tina. So Sinker nodded and left Wolffe to his thoughts.