"...Yikes," Atton offers, staring, "The hells happened to him?" 

Stars.

"Don't know him," she mumbles, staring at the holo. "But he might have been a child when I left... or. I just don't recognise him with. Everything going on there."

She has no idea what's going on there.

"Humanoid male. I don't know of any humanoid speices that look like that... did the Harbinger get any data from the tank?"

<Took copy to give to Network Jedi and Stupid Admiral. Could not tell if dead or alive,> they swap their projection for a readout of the data instead.

He was, in fact, more scar than flesh, and not only on the surface. It's as though he had been ripped apart from every angle, and somehow been pulled back together. By the Force, presumably, because it's hard to imagine any other way it could have happened. 

"Network and Admiral?" But actually she isn't paying attention to that. "Fuck."

All the fucks in the entire fucking galaxy!

"How is he alive??" He can't be alive!!!

"Jedi bullshit?"

T3 beeps, projecting a still image of a woman for Sharra's benefit, since Isk is busy. 

<Network Jedi,> he offers, then, <Friend Admiral!>

"Sith bullshit," she amends. Sharra blinks at the other holos. At the woman in particular. She seems... "Familiar. Name?"

Isk spells the name out for her, grudgingly, <B A S T I L A . S H A N.>

"Sure," he mumbles, in response to her statement. 

She steps closer to him and presses her back against his chest. "Right. She was an initiate. Rhae made me teach a handful of classes at the academy when I was a padawan. I think she bit someone. Cute kid."

And yet her eyes are drawn back to the Sith.

His records are still scrolling down.

<Found Dead Sith in ship with Ebon Hawk. Was attacking. Captain thought was derelict. Dead Sith brought to medbay, Sith Assassins sneak on Harbinger.>

Atton wraps his arms around her waist, "So, Mr. Sleeps-With-Vibroblades there wakes up in the medbay and kills everyone there, and the assassins go through and kill everyone he doesn't get to first," he assumes. 

"...are we sure Kreia didn't come by way of the same ship? It would explain why they were both injured, if they fought."

<Could be,> Isk agrees. 

"You think the old woman's a Sith?" 

Does she?

"No? She doesn't look like what I imagine a sith would look like. Though I can't exactly feel her..." She looks up at him and squeezes his arms. "Does she feel like a sith to you? You have any Force sensitivity."

He- makes a face, "Me? I'm no Jedi." 

"I know that. Obviously. But you can feel the Force, even if you can't do much with it. I feel you in my head all the time." Usually during sex, but she won't say that aloud.

-he lets go of her, "I- no. That's crazy, I don't have the Force." His face isn't panicking but he definitely is. "You're just- I thought you didn't have the Force anymore? How would you know?" 

"I. Guess I don't? I'm sorry, I thought it was... I thought it was a thing unspoken between us."

"I don't know anything about that." 

He takes a step back.

"I'm- going to go check the other dorm. Make sure there's no other stowaways." 

Sharra nods. Wants to reach out to him, but he's obviously... she can't feel him. He's closed himself off.

"Could you unpack our bags, too? I'll bring you some food when it's ready."