Juhani took a glance back at her ship, deciding that it was hidden well enough in the giant smoke stack. She looked back down at the device in her hand before deciding her direction. She traveled the terrain with remarkable speed, avoiding the large pits scattered about. I have to search the tracked ship and get some answers as quick as possible. She thought back to her conversation with Carth, I know he will put duty first, but have I asked too much of him? A group of guards outside the hangar shifted her concentration to them, instead of her unfinished thoughts.

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"I'm sorry to disturb you sir, but there's a transmission we are unable to account for. We are tracing it now, but it is not from any of our vessels."

The scout turned, unleashing a wave of fury at the hapless soul that had brought him the unnerving message.

He jerked his head toward the others, disregarding the fallen recipient of his anger, "Find out who it is, bring them to me."

I've wasted enough time. This ends now! "Eliminate the Commodore!"

He watched as they scrambled to carry out his orders before turning away. Soon Revan, very soon!

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Walking around the room, as if trying to avoid some invisible trap, Carth began, "How much did you tell him?"

Rising from her seat, legs a bit wobbly, she met Carth's eyes, "Everything!" Her brow crossed as she turned, grabbing her drink from the table before slumping into the comfy chair. "And I don't regret it one bit."

Eerie silence drifted through the room, the minutes stretching, until it was finally broken.

"I believe these will do" Treg replied, holding up two mugs as he entered. He poured a drink into each, setting down the one for Carth on the table before turning a raised eye to Revan, who was sitting in his seat.

She patted the large cushion, "There's room, sit."

The way he cocked his head told her that he knew she was using him to garner jealousy from Carth, but he didn't object. In fact, he sat down and draped his arm around her. Raising his new mug, he toasted, "To the past, and a better future."

Revan shot him a coy grin as she brought her glass to his mug before looking to Carth. His fury was evident as he stood, stiff straight, glaring at them. She brought her glass up high, inviting him to join in the toast. "Onasi?"

He took a long swallow of the liquid, smashed his mug down on the table and replied, "We land at Oh-nine hundred tomorrow. You both better be ready."

Revan watched as he left, feeling his fury, before she leaned back into Treg. Her head fell back against his neck, "I shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry I used you Treg."

He brought his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him, finally able to provide her with the comfort he wasn't able to earlier in the day. But they had been through so much, learned so much about one another, found out they had a similar past. They had grown so close in such a short time span and everything felt so comfortable as their bodies fit together in the chair. "Don't worry, he'll come around Revan, he still loves you." He brushed a kiss across the top of her head before leaning his chin against it. "He just needs time."

Revan leaned back into Treg's hold, letting his reassuring words wash over her, wishing they were true. But she knew better. She knew how determined Carth was once he set his mind to something, and right now she felt that he had set his mind to hating her. And so will I, so will I. With a final sigh she fell asleep, glad to have some comfort in the midst of all her turmoil.