A/N: This chapter is fairly short so sorry about that! I'm probably going to wrap this story up soon...so keep reaing and reviewing!

Disclaimer: I don't own star Wars or KotOR 2.

Chapter 6

"How long has he been in there?" Mira asked quietly.

"Quite a while. He just continued to play the message that Skye left him over and over again. He is heart broken." Mical said just as softly.

"Have you heard the message?"

"Only bits and pieces. It is quite hard to hear through solid steel." Mical sat down in a nearby chair. "He hasn't eaten anything and I'm worried that he might starve himself by accident."

"Than why aren't you doing anything like going in there and making him come out?" Mira asked.

The color in the disciple's face drained. "Um...I'm not sure that would be a good idea."

"Why not?"

"He really isn't in a particularly good mood...if you haven't already noticed." Mical answered.

"Oh, I've noticed. That's why I'm sending you." Mira neared Mical.

"No thanks. I would much prefer it to stay out-" Mira pushed him towards the cargo hold door. Mical shot her an angry glance which just made Mira laugh.

"Well, get moving." Mira said as she motioned him with her hands to go in.

Mical said something under his breath that Mira wasn't able to catch. Sadly. That would be the day, though. Hearing the disciple curse. Mira began to laugh again.

Mical began to turn the knob, but the door swung open and smacked him in the nose. Blood started to come out of his nose. He held it gingerly. Atton brushed right on by him seeming not to notice. Mira rushed over to Mical.

"Sorry." She mumbled.

Mical was about to say something but decided to hold his tongue. He just shot her another glance.

"I said that I was sorry, ok? Sheeesh, let it go." Mira headed towards the bunks and Mical headed towards the Medical room on the ship, shaking his head and holding his nose...trying to stop the blood flow.

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Atton sat alone in the cockpit of the Ebon Hawk. The others had gone to dinner with Admiral Onasi. They had tried to persuade him to accompany them but he plainly refused the offer. He didn't feel like being around people right now. Unless 'people' included Skye. Which was obviously impossible. He missed her so much. Not a day had gone by when he hadn't been thinking of her. It was the only thing that kept his spirit up and alive. The false hope that she would one day return to him.

"Atton! Come quick!" Atton bolted from his chair and ran down the hall to find the crew bringing in a very wounded woman. She had cuts all over her arms and was bleeding profusely from her right side. Mical and Mandalore were carrying her gently to the medical room. Behind them came a very worried Admiral. Atton relaxed figuring that it was just some woman that they had found on the street or something.

"Who's she?" He asked calmly.

Carth frowned at him. "Revan."

Atton choked on his own spittle. He looked back to the woman who was now being treated by Mical. She was pretty beat up. And if that was what happened to her while she was in the Unknown Regions than what had happened to Skye?

"It can't be..."

"It is. That is Revan, former Dark Lord of the Sith. Now you see that this fragile woman is just another sentient like you or me. That is also the woman I love who is dying on that medical slab right now. So get out of my way..." Carth pushed past Atton.

Mandalore stood his way. "So help me, Canderous...get out of my way..."

"No, Carth. Let the boy work on her. He has more experience with this stuff than you or me combined. Chances are you'd just get in his way."

"But I can't just leave her alone..." Carth pleaded.

"Don't worry, Onasi. She'll make it. She always does." Mandalore thumped his worried friend on the back.

Carth slumped into a seat beside Atton.

"Revan went into the Unknown Regions." Atton said.

"Yeah, she did." Carth said.

"And look what happened to her. Carth, you don't think that Skye is...that she is..." Carth shook his head. Atton breathed. "What is she's hurt, Carth?"

"Skye is tough."

"She is, I agree." Atton leaned closer and lowered his voice. "But she was never as strong as Revan, Onasi."

"Atton..."

"I don't know why you talked me into staying here...I should've gone after her or something!" Atton said mostly to himself.

"Revan has stabalized. She's asked to see you, Atton." Carth looked more upset than worried now.

"Me? You sure it isn't Carth she wants to see, Mical?" Atton countered.

"I'm sure. Go on in." Atton walked reluctantly inside the small room.

"Rand? That you, Atton Rand?" Revan said. Her eyes were bandaged with a white cloth so she was unable to see.

"Yeah."

"It's about Skye." Revan lowered her voice and Atton leaned closer to hear her. "I'm so sorry, Atton."

"What happened? Where is she!" Panic and fear gripped Atton's heart. No matter how much he had prepared himself to hear the words...he couldn't believe her when she actually said them.

"Atton..." Revan gripped Atton's hand. "Skye is dead."

A/N: Oh, did i leave a cliffhanger? Hehehe...