My first thought as I started to wake up was "It's warm". Months on Cholganna and I had become accustomed to the cold. For a moment I wondered when I'd gotten such a soft blanket, but my brain quickly supplied the memories and my eyes snapped open and I found myself looking at the wall mass of black and blue fur that was Wolfe's chest; I'd apparently snuggled up to him in the night. I could feel his arm encircling me.

For a moment I let myself relax, enjoying the feeling of warmth a moment while I search my feelings. I felt… refreshed. Whatever had happened the night before, I felt better for it. Serene, even. I almost sighed in relief.

I turned my mind to my current situation. I wasn't on Cholganna anymore. I had things to do. Though first I needed to get up. I wondered if I could slip free without waking Wolfe [4]. I moved very slowly and managed to slip out without causing too much disturbance. However just as I was sliding off the bed Wolfe shifted and I froze--like a guilty child caught trying to steal a cookie. A moment later I realized he'd just shifted in his sleep.

Quietly, I gathered my abandoned clothing and slipped out of the room. I needed a shower, and some food.

[quote=GM] Aayla you got out without waking Wolfe up, but your confidence is shaken. You have a disadvantage on all rolls for the next hour!  Wolfe you sleep (*roll*) another hour and a half. [/quote]

Half an hour later I was thoroughly showered and feeling very relaxed. Warm water was such a blessing. I put on my Jedi robes and sabre, slid my vibro knife into my boot and tucked the control the Wolfe's shock collar into a pocket. Confident I had the most essential items on my person, I gave myself a quick tour of the ship while I hunted for something to eat.

That done, I found my way to the cock pit. I knew how to get into the system now, so I pulled up the Holonet. It was time to discover what had become of the galaxy.

By the time half an hour had passed I knew little more than before. There was a Sith running the Empire and it seemed like no one knew it. Worse, it seemed the situation for the Jedi was worse than before. It seemed sheltering a Jedi was a terrible offence in the eyes of the Galactic Empire--one for which many had already been punished. The news used euphemisms but the words dripped with the weight of innocent blood. And there were now "Inquisitors". A terrible thought crept into my mind and I felt ill. I had been so taken by my own needs, I had forgotten who Wolfe really was. A Sith. Perhaps one of these "inquisitors", even. How many of my comrades had he hunted, killed, or even worse, before me? Whose blood was on his hands? He'd said he was sorry, but he hadn't denied contributed to the hunt either. And I had...

It was a shock, to realize I'd let such an important detail slip my mind entirely. Between Wolfe being nothing like I expected, and my own desires, I'd been blind to something I might have done well to ponder. I had not asked Wolfe what he had done for the Sith, or why he had turned to the Dark Side. I knew very little about him. Why had I not sought to find out?

I sighed and put the thoughts aside after a moment. I had other things to worry about and Wolfe and I had agreed to cooperate. He was no longer my enemy, at least for now. I sat back in the pilot's seat and considered my options.

One thing was very clear to me: I needed to find out what had become of my Master and his mission.