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"Where are we going in this battered piece of junk," came the first questioning thoughts forming words inside the shuttle's transformed medical bay? Hannius lifts his right foot out of the medical pod and places a bare foot on the metal floor. "Anyone working in here?"
The answer was a silencing echo that filled the cold and cluttered room. As Hannius lifts his other foot out of the pod, he notices that the other medical pods around him are also open. There in a state of unconsciousness are the naked forms of his two companions. Lifting himself to investigate, Hannius grabs a sheet and forms a hastily thrown together covering for his naked body. In the closest medical pod, the brown and beautiful form of a human woman with long black hair slowly breathes in and out the cold and frosty air. Jeeva's alive, Hannius thinks with a small smile.
Moving to his left down the hastily composed pod array, Hannius moves toward the other occupied medical pod. Inside he sees the naked form of his other companion and long time compatriot. She's menacing even when she's sleeping, Hannius chuckles. He takes in the mesmerizing view of her long red hair flowing and cascading from the head down and draping itself to her navel while the cold air flows in and out of her chest in a rhythmically hypnotizing pattern. Vera survived also, Hannius grinned menacingly.
Pulling the sheets about him a little tighter to stave off the cold, he walks to the wall of lockers within the medical bay and finds his cache. From inside, he pulls a dark gray robe with white and black accents, a pair of dark black slacks, and a utility belt and begins the process of dressing. He pulls the pair of dark slacks and fastens his utility belt while then throwing over his torso the gray robe. Each sleeve bears the insignia of the Galactic Empire in white enveloped in black flames that spiral around their length. His black boots still dimly shine despite the weeks without a true polishing that only a Thelusian buffing droid can provide. Finally, after pulling his belt tight, he checks the status of his lightsaber. He swings it free and twirls it a few times in the air. The comforting hum of its dance assures him that the dual purple blade is in good repair.
Hannius fastens the hilt to his belt and marches back for a final check of his companions. With their breathing still rhythmic and the computers working silently, he bows to both ladies and departs for the magnetic door leading to the cockpit.
