Citadel Station looms large ahead of them, slowly orbiting Telos and casting a broad shadow over the blasted surface below. The Ebon Hawk comes in for a landing in the hangar they're directed to, setting down light as a feather and powering down with barely a complaint. Uthuar and Sharra had done good work on her, with T3-M4's help.
"It creates a black hole from the mass shadow of the planet. Drawing everything in. Ripping reality apart. Inside is... nothing. Emptiness."
"Or something close to it." She shakes her head. "I don't know. I'd like to talk to Rhae about it, or Kreia, I suppose."
"Maybe he left another message with T3," he'd rather she get her information from that vector, himself.
She agrees. And sighs.
"Need to try again. With the shields you've built, it won't happen again. We should try and reach out to her."
Mmmmyeah. She feels shaky and gross and all she wants to do is be held by him.
"Life goes on."
Yup. She reluctantly moves out of his lap and sits across from him.
Takes his hands. "When you're ready."
"Let's just get it over with," he says, closing her eyes and reaching for that sense of her in his mind.
It's easy. Easier than breathing, less than a thought away. The bond between them open and strong.
She squeezes his hands and follows suit.
-Telos is before them, ringing with the echoes of thousands of years of civilization, culminating in the dying screams of millions.
Atton blocks it out automatically. They don't need to hear that, they're listening for a living person.
There are few creatures on the planet, and even fewer people. It's difficult to correlate 'where' someone is in the Force to where they are in physical space, especially over scales like this, but most of them seem collected together in a number of different spots across the surface.
None of them have a presence Sharra would recognize as Kreia's.
I do not know. I did not see outside the ship while it was in flight. We are on the planet, in a facility of some kind. That is all I can say.
Annoying. She was hoping something would go smoothly. Sharra passes forward the image of the person that took the ship.
Do you know who is responsible?