Both Carth and Kenna did everything possible to give the other space the week and a half long flight to Kashyyyk. She stayed in the bunk room as much as possible, and he hardly ever left the cockpit.

I should hate her. But I don't. I can't. It took almost the entirety of the flight for Carth to arrive at that realization. He'd tried. He wanted to be able to hate her. To hold her responsible for everything she'd done. For everything that had been done in her name. But try as he might, he couldn't do it. For every atrocity Revan had committed, there was a life Kenna had saved, or a wrong she'd put right. Mission was right. He'd never in a million years admit that to the Twi'lek, though. She'd left him alone for a couple days, but then she wouldn't stop pestering him. "You don't really hate her…what about all the good things Kenna's done?…We owe her our lives, you, me, Big Z, Bastila, and Canderous…she didn't hafta take us with her…Bet she'll still want ya with her on Kashyyyk." He doubted the last one was true, and had finally kicked the teen out so he could think. Morgana's dead because of Revan. But Kenna saved Dustil. Telos is ravaged because of Revan. But Kenna tried to save the Outcasts on Taris. On top of everything else he had to work through, Carth realized he didn't have the peace he'd thought he would after killing Saul. He was still restless, still felt he'd left something unfinished. Maybe revenge was the wrong idea…maybe I should just forgive Rev--Kenna. She's Kenna, until she tells me to call her something else, she's Kenna. Kenna. Thinking about her didn't bring the same feelings it had before, but there was no more anger there, at least not towards her. She's changed. I know she has. No matter what piece of Revan's dark nature that has to still be in there, somewhere, it's not who she is. And I'll tell her as much, if she ever speaks to me again. Settled as the matter may have been in his mind, Carth knew it might take Kenna longer to come to grips with her newfound past. Finding out that someone so good was, at one point, so evil was hard to accept for him; he couldn't imagine how hard it was for her. He just hoped he hadn't scared her off forever. Maybe we can try again…

Kenna didn't know what she would have done without Mission. The teenager brought her food, kept her spirits up, and refused to let her wallow in self-pity. She also hid all the weapons that had been in the room. Just in case. Kenna had almost snapped at her for that, but had to admit the wisdom in Mission's actions. But, all the same, it was nice to finally be alone. Now that she no longer considers me a suicide risk, Kenna chuckled to herself. How much longer should I give Carth? I don't want to try to talk to him before he's ready, but I don't want to wait too long either. Maybe after I get my hands on the last Star Map? That sounds good. He's already had a week and a half. Two or threemore days, just to be safe, then I'll talk to him. Mind made up, Kenna reached for her boots as she felt the Hawk touch down on the Kashyyyk landing pad. There was a gentle tap on the door.

"Yes?"

"It's Mission. You ready to go?" The Twi'lek stuck her head in the room.

"Almost." Kenna brushed the hair out of her eyes. "Hey, Mish, can you do me a favor?"

"Sure, Ken."

"Tell Carth and Zaalbar I want them to come with me?"

"Sure. But you do need to talk to him yourself y'know."

"I will," Kenna promised. "I just want you to tell him I want him to come with me."

"Why can't you tell him?" Mission crossed her arms and leaned against the door frame.

"Because, Mission Vao, I have things to do to get ready, and I want you to tell him," Kenna huffed. "You can be exasperating, you know that?"

"Oh, yes. But if you haven't talked to Carth by the time you guys get back, I'm gonna lock you in the cargo hold together."

"Warning noted. Go." Kenna pointed toward the cockpit and Mission vanished with a chuckle.

"Hey, Carth, Kenna wants you to go with her an' Big Z."

Carth spun the pilot's seat around. "Really?"

Mission grinned at the surprise--and hope--in his voice. "Yeah. I told you she would. Good thing you didn't follow that urge to bet against it." Carth chuckled sarcastically at her, then reached for his swords, which were leaning against the console. "Carth?"

"What, Mission?"

"If you hurt Kenna again, Big Z'll tear your arms off. No lie."

As if I needed encouragement to not hurt her. "Again?"

"You are so blind!" Mission threw up her hands, then planted them on her hips. "You couldn't tell how bad all that stuff you said to her hurt her? You couldn't tell you were breaking her heart? Men!" With that parting shot, the Twi'lek stomped out of the cockpit, muttering under her breath. Carth heard his name and 'Gamorrean sewer trash' in her not quite audible tirade, and hoped the two weren't being connected in any way, while knowing they probably were. Now I just have to figure out when to talk to Kenna. Tell her I'm sorry, and that I forgive Revan. I'll talk about it whenever she brings it up. He sheathed the two swords and headed for the main hold. When he caught sight of Kenna, he winced. She didn't look like she'd slept the whole flight.

Kenna felt her heart ache upon her first glimpse of Carth in over a week. He didn't look much better off than she was. How much sleep has he gotten?Does he forgive me? Should I ask him to? Is there any hope for us? "Come on, we should get going," she mumbled, not meeting his eyes. She couldn't. If there was judgment or condemnation there, she would shatter on the spot. A week with no sleep did nothing for her emotional strength.

Unfortunately, Zaalbar had not left Kashyyyk on good terms with his people. In order to get permission to go into the Shadowlands, which Kenna knew was where she would find the Star Map, she had to promise to kill some Wookiee for the chieftain, Chuundar, who was Zaalbar's brother. And, to ensure she would return, Chuundar refused to allow Zaalbar to got with her, insisting that the Wookiee would stay right where he was until she came back. Kenna tried to persuade him to let her take Big Z with her, but he refused to change his mind. The Jedi finally acquiesced, though Carth could tell it was very reluctantly, and they left the hall minus one Wookiee.

Kenna sighed, pushed back her hair, and pulled out her comlink. "Hey, Canderous?"

Carth couldn't stop the wince. Please don't ask him to come. He's already in a bad mood, and last time we nearly killed each other. Justification through victory…

The Mandalorian's grumpy reply finally crackled back. "What do you want?"

"Can you tell Juhani to get out here?"

"Tell her yourself."

Kenna sighed in exasperation, angrily pushed back her hair again. "Well, then, could you give her the comlink?" Her voice oozed frustration, and Carth felt sorry for her. Almost.

There was muffled grumbling on the other end of the comlink and then Juhani's voice. "Yes?"

"I need you, Juhani. The Wookiees won't let me have Big Z with me. Can you find your way over here?"

"Yes. I will be there shortly."

Kenna slipped the comlink back into its loop on her belt. "Now we just have to wait." The statement was unnecessary, but it pushed the silence back for a second, so she said it anyway. Both Jedi and pilot suddenly found the patterns in the wood of the walkway beneath their feet incredibly interesting.

The silence stretched, making the ten minutes it took Juhani to catch up with them seem like hours. When she finally arrived, Carth and Kenna pushed away from the railing they'd been leaning against, a healthy five-foot gap between them.

"C'mon, let's go." Kenna led the way toward the lift down to the Shadowlands. I don't know how much longer I can wait to talk to Carth. This is killing me. Hokey as it would sound if she said it, she missed the sound of his voice. He hadn't said two words to her since they landed.

We really need to talk. I wonder if the silence is killing her like it's killing me. Carth wanted to swear. It was Kenna's past, so he felt like she should be the one to bring it up, but if she didn't talk to him, not at him and whoever else was with them, soon, he was going to drag her off for a heart-to-heart chat. I don't know how much longer I can wait. We need to talk, Kenna.

Yay! New chapter! Sorry it A)is so short and B) took me so long to post again...finals coming up, you know how it goes....hopefully the next chapter will follow quickly and be longer! =)

~EmiOnasi