Kavar's POV
After a few quick words to the dock master they went up the ranp. To his amusement Lukas went straight to the cockpit. Preparations for take off only took a few moments.
Kavar was working on the navigation when Lukas stopped moving. It took several seconds for him to realize what was wrong. The younger was stiff as a board his eyes were looking out the ship's view port.
Moving away from the navigation he questioned softly, "Lukas are you with me?"
Lukas shook his head. Pain laced the Force and he could feel it. It wasnt muted even in the slightest.
Bending down so that he wasnt looming over the younger he said keeping his voice soft and level, "Hey. What do you see Lukas?"
Lukas shook his head his jaw tightening to what had to be painful levels. It made him wince in sympathy. While he had not served in the war he had seen many battles. A stiff drink and time away from everyone was what allowed him to feel normal again. He would have to keep the young one away from the alchohol.
Lukas whispered, "Malachor V. The planet its destroyed... I shouldn't have used that machine."
Machine? What was he talking about?
Kavar replied in calming soothing tones, "Easy, Lukas. You're no longer on Malachor V. Who am I?
Lukas shook his head not meeting Kavar's gaze. That won't work he needed to ground the young man. Otherwise they would not get off the ground.
Raising a hand he saw a flinch from the boy. He hesitated before placing it on the boy's shoulder.
Lukas said staring at his hand with clouded over eyes, "Kavar. You're Kavar. What are you doing here? You didn't go to war with us."
"We are not on Malachor," he denied, "You came back to face the Council. We are heading to Onderon."
There was a flash of uncertainty in his eyes. Kavar hummed one of the songs that he had learned while on Onderon. That surprisingly seemed to work as the boy slumped into chair.
Kavar suggested calmly, "Why dont you go to the quarters on south side of the ship? I'll finish the preparation for take off and on the path for Onderon."
For a moment Lukas considers it before he shakes his head and straightens. He said in an odd tone, "No it will go faster with two."
Oddly Kavar didnt feel the need to press.
Lambert's POV
Later found him in the crew quarters after the ship entered hyperspace. Despite his incident earlier Kavar seemed to accept his presence. No questions were asked about how often he lost himself. Or what triggered it.
Lukas knew though. He knew that being on a freighter like this was what caused it. The last time he had been on one was when he escaped Malachor V. He had stolen a freighter to get away from the dead planet. The one that caused the Force to cry out everytime he opened himself up to it again.
After leaving the Council he had traveled throughout Wild Space. Using a freighter he had bought using credits he earned while fighting in the war. Many of the officers had insisted on paying him for the time he served.
His bag that had been taken by the TSF was returned to him. Unexpected was that nothing had been removed from the bag besides the weapons. Even his comlink was there with a new number added.
Lukas's heart jumped when he found the photo that was taken just before the fated battle. Lukas stood in the middle his men all around him. Mikage his second in command at the time had an arm slung around his shoulders. None of them knew at the time what would be done to win the war. Or the cost that it would come at.
Another photo was of Revan and him. Who took the picture was anyone's guess. The two of them were huddled over a war map discussing strategies.
A knock on the door sounded and Lukas turned to face it. He called out, "Enter."
Kavar did as he was bid. Instead of his usual robes he had changed into a grey tunic and black pants. Neither of their weapons were belted to his side.
Lukas asked his head turning to the side in curiosity, "Did you need something?"
Kavar said glancing at the bag, "I was wondering if you would like to join me in meditation. Do not feel obligated to. I just thought I'd offer since we are we have a good amount of hours to Onderon."
Onderon was a good planet. It was run by Queen Talia who was loved by all her subjects. She worked with the Republic and the Jedi that had come to fight the Mandalorians. There were a handful of times Lukas had met her. Most of the time she was helping treat the injured. They hadn't really spoke during the war.
Lukas knew that Kavar was friends with the Queen. It made him wonder why Kavar didnt go to the war. Talia would have wanted him to help the war. Then again he was a member of the Jedi Council. They had sent him to try and prevent the war.
Part of him even if he didnt want to accept it knew the truth. If Kavar had gone to war with them he would have fallen. Like so many of his comrades he wouldn't have been able to stand up to the darkness that built within his heart.
Even now Lukas could feel the echoes of was within his own heart. The call for battle still resonating within him. He was able to turn away from war but only just. Revan had tried to convince him to stay and hunt down the remaining Mandalorians with him.
It had been tempting and he was almost unable to turn away. Only the reminder of a promise he had made before he left kept him from taking Revan's hand. He swore to himself that he would face the Council. It was what allowed him to return. To make the journey back from the outer reaches.
Running a hand down his face he turned his attention to what he knew of the system. There was one place he hoped he never returned to. That was the moon of Duxon. Duxon... it was one of the few places that was just as bad as Malachor.
Turning his attention back to Kavar he paused. For a moment he considered it before he shook his head. No he was in no way prepared for trying to open himself up to the Force. He hid it well but Lukas could see Kavar's disappointment. It almost made the younger wish he could take back his words. But he couldnt and Kavar left him be.
