The first thing Atara became aware of was that everything was still. Normally something was always going on around her. Movement was common. Stillness was... unexpected. There was also the fact that she was lying flat on her back. She never slept like that. She slept curled up in a ball, in a defensive position with one hand under her pillow grasping the knife that was kept there. This was a habit from back in the day during training when some of the trainers would attack them randomly in the night while they were sleeping in order to prepare them for surprise attacks. On the whole, something was not right. She forced her eyes open.

They weren't on the ship. She frowned. Hadn't they just been on the ship? How did they get here? And more importantly? where was 'here'? She was in a room full of beds, with morning light coming in through a window. They must be on a planet. But when did they land and come here?

She sat up quickly, and it wasn't until she silently sighed that she realized she'd been holding her breath. She wasn't alone, her team was with her, and Schal would almost certainly have some answers, if not a plan. "Everyone okay? What's going on?" She then spotted the old man. "Who's this guy?"