"We couldn't exactly get schematics of the place. I can get from here to the throne room, and from there eventually back to the bay we came in, but the Guard kind of wrecked our shuttle so I don't think that will help much."

Nod.

"So we need to steal a ship."

"Yes. I think the main difficulty will be in finding one, this place is a maze. I'm pretty sure all or almost all the Guardsmen on board are dead, so." Along with all her friends.

Revan frowns. He noticed that look. "We'll get out," he assures. "Then Empire disintegrates without Emperor. Did fantastic."

"My friends still died. They all died. I couldn't save even one." Ana sniffs, then visibly pulls herself together. She can mourn after they get off this station. "But you're right. Are you up to walking?"

"Probably. If not, can float. Bit - attention grabby, I'll try not to."

Wobbly walking attempt?

... Successful (but still very wobbly) walking attempt!

Ana will try not to hover. But that kolto really helped and she feels a lot better now and if he needs someone steady to hold on to, well.

He's got to work on his balance (like, a lot) but he has enough of it to not fall over. That, or he's literally holding himself steady with the Force. ... He's literally keeping his balance with the Force. Also sort of holding himself up a little.

"I'll walk it off," he assures her, waving a hand flippantly. Apparently he thinks it's appropriate to walk off three hundred years of being in the Emperor's custody.

He's just like his holocron.

He is.

It's a long walk back to the throne room. Ana will let him set the pace.

The pace is slow at first, but he speeds up as time goes on.

"... So, I think I know where to find a hangar," he says. "But, probably Sith Lord hangar."

"We are on the Emperor's private space station. I think most of the hangars are for Sith lords."

"Minions, too. Sith Lords get - backstabby." Pause. "... Detour for lightsabers? He kept mine."

Revan's sabers are important to him.

"Yes. Can you sense them from here?"

"Yes. Had nothing to do but meditate, looked for them. Hangar found same way, Sith arriving always come from far away to there."

"Okay."

Here is the throne room, just the way she left it. Dead bodies and all. Ana resolutely does not allow her gaze to linger on them. She goes up to the throne again to fiddle with the controls.

"Which way to your sabers?"

... Revan looks at the throne with a hint of distrust. Yeah, no, he's seen the way the Emperor works, he won't be fucking with any buttons he doesn't know the purpose of in this station.

Instead he rips the relevant door out of its frame. He has had nothing but time to meditate, and he's got a lot of pent up emotion. This is not difficult.

"That way," he says, dry.

...

"Nice."

"Thank you," he says, bowing a little. "Nothing but time to meditate." And, you know, willpower battles with the Emperor of the Sith. And torture. But whatever, details.

"I'll follow you, then? You know where we're going."

Nod!

No one bothers them on the way there, though Revan does rip another door out of its frame.

And then they are in a trophy room. Revan's lightsabers are not the only things present.

Some of this stuff is downright macabre. Weird skulls, hands in jars, scale model of Nathema...

"Is that your old HK unit?"

Blink.

"... Yes!" He pulls his lightsabers to his hands and then puts them away to investigate HK-47. "Power cells are dead," he pronounces, near immediately. "Joint servos rusted over, heat exhaust - what even is that. Did a mynock - nevermind, don't want to know." Pause. "... I'll just take behavior core and memory banks. Make him a new body. He'll understand."

He gets to carefully removing them.

"Anything you want from here?" he asks, while doing this.

"Not really. Most of this is a little too evil for my tastes."

"The pickled hands are a little tacky," he agrees.

Even without a hydrospanner, it doesn't take him long to recover the necessary personality and memory bits for HK-47. He has the Force, which is better than any hydrospanner.

"Okay. Now for the hangar."