A/N: You're getting two chapters today - This was originally part of 15, but I reordered things to make a bit more sense, and I'm :/ that the last two chapters have both been related to the damn Foundry. Also, this chapter is unusually short. So hence two chapters in one day.

Aside: I'm only so nice to these two right now because eventually, they must Suffer.

16: 300 Years, 7.4 Million Miles

"Seriously, though, why are we on Talus?"

Carth had gotten them passage on a regular passenger run to the Corellian system, and just a few hours after their High Command briefing they were following a shipyard representative down a hangar hallway. All Carth had said during the flight was a continued reiteration that she would see when they got there, which didn't give her confidence. HK clunked behind her, occasionally tapping his gun.

She had to figure out what kink in his programming made him do that. It was seriously damaging her calm.

"I found something. Or, well." He motioned. "T3 found something."

"Oh. Great," Revan muttered. T3 replied with a rude chirp. "Hush, you."

"It's been here for years," their guide finally said. "The boss didn't want to sell it, even to the Corellian museums. Since he died, we were going to start looking for a buyer — that's when you contacted us, sir."

Revan narrowed her eyes, staring at Carth. He shrugged. "And the museums aren't interested anymore?"

"The Corellian Museum of Military History has been, but they blew all their acquisition credits on something claiming to be Zayne Carrick's old ship a month ago. Bit of a loss for them. No idea why they want this one, anyway. But with the war back on, we're going to need this hangar space soon — and no one's gonna haul her for us." He stopped at a door and began keying a code into the keypad. "Here it is. Hanger 182."

The door zipped open, and Revan grabbed Carth's arm with a gasp.

Nestled inside the hangar was a c-shaped Dynamic-class freighter, red and silver, the paint dulled and chipped with age. Her shape was not as smooth as her modern sisters, marking her as a long-discontinued style, but they recognized her easily.

"Is it …" she whispered. Carth shook his head.

"Probably not," he replied quietly. "But I had T3 looking to see if there were any like her still out there, and here we are."

"If you plan to fly her," the representative continued, "she'll need extensive retrofitting. Typical freighter layout for her size — two dormitories on either side, front-facing cockpit. She was clearly a smuggling vessel at one time — we've found several smugglers' holds scattered throughout the ship. The cockpit was turned into a fully-sealed capsule with a vacuum-rated bulkhead at some point in her history. The engines and hyperdrive are hilariously outdated, as is the medbay and the communications room, and the weapons could be upgraded. These models are known for their speed, though. I'm confident that we could pack a powerful hyperdrive into her.

"If you're collecting, she's in fine condition, almost pristine. Probably hasn't flown in a good hundred and fifty years, but she was obviously well-cared for before the family acquired her. Might have been a Jedi ship at one point, we found some antique robes on board — if you're into that sort of thing."

Revan caught her breath, finally, her hand still tight on Carth's arm. There was almost no way this was their ship — the Ebon Hawk was likely long-scrapped, her historical significance overlooked or ignored. But finding one of her sisters — even if there were newer ships, bigger or faster or … well, it'd still be like coming home.

"And of course, we here at Mapeto Drive Yards are more than willing to make any retrofits you may deem necessary," the representative continued suggestively.

"Do you have her registry number?" Carth asked. The representative drew out his datapad and scrolled through a list.

"34-P7JK," he said, almost disinterestedly. Carth and Revan exchanged a look. That had been the Hawk's registry … Revan shook her head and shrugged. He might be looking to make more on the sale, by linking the ship to a historic one of the same make, but she wouldn't fall for it.

"I want to check her out," Revan said. "Then we'll decide."

"Absolutely. I'll wait out here."

Revan and Carth traded another look and started towards the ramp. T3 chirped happily and shot past them, rolling up the loading ramp at breakneck speed.

"Do you think…" Carth asked quietly as their feet touched the ramp. Revan shook her head.

"Like you said — the Hawk's probably long gone."

He nodded. "I got a little hopeful when he gave us her registry, I'll adm—"

As Revan reached the top of the ramp, the Force hit her in the face like a rock. The fact that this had once been a Jedi vessel was obvious to her — she could feel it on the ship itself, thick in the metal, and in a way it was almost comforting. Familiar. Home.

Home?

"Anna?" Carth touched her shoulder, and she opened her eyes.

"I need to check something," she said, stepping further into the ship and heading for the starboard dormitory. Carth frowned, and followed. From somewhere back in the ship T3 was chirping, the sound echoing throughout.

Once in the dorm, Revan headed for the rear cot and tugged the desiccated mattress off its berth with a cloud of dust. Carth sneezed. She pulled the berth top off, revealing an empty compartment, and reached deeper inside.

"Anna—"

"Sh." She held her hand over the panel in the floor and began to raise it with the Force, slowly moving it out of the bunk's base before letting it clatter to the floor outside. Underneath, they could make out what looked like a tight cluster of ten to twelve tall, long-necked bottles. Revan pulled one out, scrubbing her thumb over the label. It was faded, almost unreadable, and she grinned. "Look," she said triumphantly, thrusting the bottle towards him.

"What am I looking at?"

"Tarisian ale, dated three hundred years ago. Probably the last in the galaxy. Right where I left it."

"Right where you—" Carth looked up at the ceiling, then out into the hallway. "Then this is her."

"I felt it as soon as I came on board."

He looked back down at her, frowning deeply. "Wait. Is this what you did with the rest of the ale after the Leviathan? After that night you got too drunk to move, and I had to carry you into the medbay?"

"All while still wanting to strangle me? Yep."

"You hid it under my bunk?"

"This was Jolee's bunk."

"Oh, and that makes it better? He and I both told you to get rid of it."

"… Canderous helped."

"Oh, and that makes it better?"

"Oh, hush," she said, straightening. "Just think, we have that bottle for tonight."

"I don't think so," Carth replied. "I hate this shit, and you know it."

Revan snatched it back from him, raising the floor panel and dropping it back into place with a loud clang. "Then I have it for tonight."

"No." Carth tried to grab for it, and she nimbly ducked out of the way. "I remember very well how Tarisian makes you."

"You never argued before," she retorted. "Come on, let's walk her through and see what we'll need to retrofit."

"Do you think he knows what he has here? He could sell it to a museum for millions."

"I don't think so." She shook her head. "He didn't even look at us when he told us her registry — not trying to gauge whether we reacted. The owner probably knew — but it doesn't look like they passed it on. How many credits do we have?"

"How many were you thinking?"

"Given the level of repairs needed, I think I can haggle him down to 'extremely cheap.' Then we'll just have to see what we can do about the retrofits. Considering we're doing them a favor by getting her out of their way, I think we'll maybe hit low six digits. And that's if my bargaining skills are extremely rusty."

Carth sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Let's see, then."

"Plus," Revan said, as they headed back into the ship. "All I'm worried about from them is the hyperdrive, nav system, shields, and whether she's spaceworthy. The two of us should be able to repair everything else on our own, and I'm sure we can find what we need from somewhere else."

He nodded, following her into the main hold. "I can't believe the old girl is still around," he murmured, running his hand over the steel. "Or that we found her."

Revan grinned. "Me either, flyboy."

#

It didn't take long for them to finish their walkthrough of the ship, and they fetched T3 from the cockpit (where he was happily chatting with the navicomputer) and headed down the ramp. HK, standing guard at the bottom, fell in next to them as they approached the representative. He was arguing with someone over holocomm, but hung up as he saw them approaching.

"So!" he called. "How did she look?"

Carth glanced down at Revan, who put on her most winning smile. "She's exactly what we're after," she said, positively leaking the charisma that had once made her so dangerous. "What price were you looking to sell at?"

"Given the age of the ship and the necessary repairs, we're looking at around thirty thousand."

Revan huffed. "Thirty thousand is the typical price of a normal used freighter. This one is over three hundred years old. Asking for a used price point when she needs 'extensive retrofitting' is ridiculous. Ten thousand seems appropriate."

"Ten thousand? If it wasn't for her age, and her outdated hardware, she would be in pristine condition. Twenty-five."

Carth folded his arms over his chest, watching. Revan glanced at him, then back at the representative. "Eleven."

"Twenty."

"For a three hundred year old ship?" she scoffed, motioning with her hand and coloring her words with the tiniest nudge of the Force. "Eleven and a half is as high as I'll go."

"Let me make a call."

The representative stepped away, opening up his commlink, and Revan looked back at Carth. "They'll go for it," she said.

"Don't tell me you 'encouraged' him."

Revan tucked her hand under her arm. "You wound me with your wild accusations." He frowned at her. "Maybe a little. But I wouldn't if it wasn't the Hawk."

He sighed. "Maybe I won't tell Satele."

She gasped. "You wouldn't dare." Carth chuckled, and she set her hands on her hips. "You wouldn't dare, Carth Onasi."

"I'm not the one 'encouraging' people to cut me a deal on a starship, am I?" he hissed. She scrunched her face up.

"Alright." The representative returned, thankfully unaware of their conversation. "We'll sell at eleven and a half."

Revan looked at Carth triumphantly. He waved his hand. "Great!" she said. "We'll take it. Now, let's talk about those retrofits…"

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