"It's foolproof! No way it could go wrong!"

"Said the monkey lizard to the dianoga. I'm going to start our approach soon, can you check the lockers in the back for anything we could use as a disguise?"

"Yep!"

Do the lockers have anything for a disguise?

Several Army uniforms in both their sizes. A few sets of armor with face-concealing helmets, but they'd only fit Revan.

"... Do you think you could convincingly play as a Sith? Because there is a face-concealing helmet that would let me pretend to be a soldier, and be your minion."

"...Maybe? I can put on my angry face and slap anyone who tries to question me around with the Force."

"If you think you can do it convincingly, it seems a good way to avoid being questioned. But if you don't think you can, it'll probably attract Sith attention."

"How dare you question a Lord of the Sith! I should take your head for this insolence!"

Ana growls very convincingly.

"The growl is convincing, the dialogue choices less so. Feels like you're trying too hard to me."

"Really? I thought it was just how they talked. All the Sith I've met have been all 'billions shall scream because of your deeds'. Very melodramatic."

"The bad ones, sure. The better ones - there's more of a sense of presence. It's like... knowing you're the most terrifying person in the room so completely that you don't ever feel the need to prove it. Just occasionally remind people if they forget."

If she's going to take lessons on how to be a Sith, she wants to take them from Revan. But the problem with being the most terrifying person in this particular room is that this particular room also contains a man who walked off being tortured for three hundred years like it was a twisted ankle.

"Okay. Um. Give me a minute."

She attempts summon up some of the aura that the Emperor projected. He was a shadow of infinite blackness, crouched up on his throne. It seemed more like the light fled from him. But she killed him. She was stronger. She has killed an Emperor today and if any of you miserable peons so much as look cross-eyed at her she will squish you like a bug-

Her snarl is low, building deep in her throat.

"Much better!" says Revan, pleased. He does not seem affected. "It also helps to ask questions like 'Do you think that is wise?' and 'Do you want to know what happened to the last person that told me that?' because however scary whatever you threaten to do with them is, whatever they imagine will likely be scarier. Not always, but often."

She thought she was going to have a harder time coming out of that but nope. (eeeeee he thinks she did good)

"Any other last-minute tips?"

"I'd recommend eyeliner or something, but I couldn't find any, so. Uh, how good are you at masking your emotions, if we do meet an actual Sith?"

"I used to be not very but then I had to fight an Emperor who would turn you into a mind-slave if you had even a tiny crack in your defenses, so I got much better at it."

"Well, I think it's safe to say you succeeded, so this'll be easy. ... Also, do you want a hug? It sounds like you've been through a lot."

"That would be nice," that would be so nice, "but you should probably go put your armor on, now."

Revan raises his eyebrows.

"The capital," he says, "is not going anywhere for a little while, and it can stand to wait for a hug."

And then he steps forward and holds his arms out for a hug.

Well if he's going to be like that-

Hug.

Hug!

He is good at hugs. Or, at least, he seems to find hugging people perfectly natural and relaxes into it a little.

(He might have also needed a hug, too.)

Of course he's good at hugs, Revan is good at everything.

Ana is contemplating do a head-to-shoulder lean thing when the proximity alert buzzes rudely.

"Um, you probably really should go put that armor on now. The outpost is in range."

"Yep, going!"

Un-hug, and then: armor!

Ana lands the shuttle on the pad. No one comes running out waving blasters around. So far, so good. Time to go be a scary Sith who inexplicably needs to borrow a speeder.