The Qyaari forged onwards to cover the remaining distance into the ship, thankfully encountering no more Hssiss or other hostiles on the way. They would meet challenges of an entirely new kind, however, upon arriving there. As Yerbol had done, Aria felt an odd surge of energy upon touching the surface of the ship. Like a jolt of electricity down her spine, she heard Kytra squeak under her breath behind her and surmised that the others must have felt a similar sensation too, even the Tuk’ata seemed to feel something; the crests on Chwuq’s shoulders rattled as she let out an uneasy hiss, her mate rumbling in response as he stepped closer to her. And then the visions started, like rapid flashes through her peripheral memory and yet so sharp and clear at the same time… these memories that were not Aria’s own and yet so, familiar: [i]Don't do this. Please. You can't leave now. I'm sorry, Bastila. I have to, I need to know what these visions mean… …. Why here? There is nothing but death in this place. This is but a landmark. The edge of the Empire that once ruled this galaxy. Not here. It’s not here, can’t find it. You already know where to go, you are wasting time on this ridiculous search. There is a greater threat you have to face, Revan- I must go alone. If others will come, the Force will guide them to me… Revan? I know you were here, where did you go? It’s over, the Generator, it’s finished… This isn’t over. It is only just beginning. The Rakata-[/i] There were no physical footprints present on the metal floor of the ship, and yet she could almost FEEL the indentations beneath her feet as this strange surge of energy pulled her in towards the interior of the ship. [i]This threat is greater than anything else we faced before. The Republic will fall, the Empire will fall. It is time to let go of the past. Revan knew the true war is not here… It is further, beyond the outer Rim. He will need soldiers, Jedi and Sith both- I have to follow him, alone. You must stay here and guide the others who may come after me- [/i] “Master, are you alright?” Kytra’s concern cut sharply into the montage of thoughts, pulling the Champion back into the present where she took in a sharp breath. When had she ended up crouching on the floor? Her knees throbbed painfully from prolonged contact with the unforgiving surface. “Fine… I’m fine, don't worry.” she croaked, staggering to her feet once again. As Yerbol reached out to her, Aria nodded her head in response. [i]I hear them too. Revan was here first, alone… The Exile came after, with others. And went after him. They left clues, in case anyone came looking for them...at least, that’s what it FEELS like? [/i] “How do you know?” Kytra’s nose twitched. “What if this is all a trap?” “We don't. Not until we go further.” the hallway glowed dimly in the blue light emitted from the orbs that floated off Yerbol’s palms, illuminating just enough for them to see the path ahead. “If the Exile went this way, then maybe we should too.” [i]Does this place feel… heavy, to you? Not like the rest of the planet. Like… Like a weight, holding you back, almost. [/i] “M-Maybe somebody should wait here to keep watch. What if more of those… Those dragon things show up?” “We’d be safer if we stuck together.” Aria shook her head. “Yerbol’s right, we need to keep moving. There may be more clues about why the Exile came here.” Regardless of the need to press forward, the Champion did pause after taking a few more steps into the hallway, casting about for something to pick up; she settled on a decently sized chunk of metal that may have been part of a door or a light fixture at one point in its lifetime, extended a hand to levitate it ahead of the Qyaari group, and cast it into the apparently-empty hallway. The metal clunked softly as it connected with the floor. The Champion waited, holding her breath, for another minute, keeping her arm extended to keep Kytra and Ethan from bolting into a potential trap. No shimmers appeared in the air, no hisses could be heard (apart from those coming from the hounds at their heels), and no ravenous Hssiss appeared to bite them in half. “Looks clear.” Aria murmured, and the group advanced slowly forwards, drawn by this bizarre, unknown instinct. Reaching the end of the hallway, they discovered that it branched off yet again. The right most passageway was long blocked with rocks and other debris, but behind the debris the Force users could sense a dark and foreboding energy emanating from it. Near the pile of debris lay the scattered remains of what looked like a small sensor probe, long since deactivated or perhaps destroyed in the explosion that collapsed the cavern. As they stepped out into the small alcove, the whole ship seemed to morph around them, broken pieces flying back into place and melding into a functioning ship. Bridge consoles whirred and beeped as they maintained the Republic vessel’s flight. [i]A Zabrak stood beside her on the bridge, poised and ready at the console. Outside, Mandalorian and Republic ships both flew past, laser fire lit up the sky. She said nothing, just nodded. That was it. All hell broke loose. Everything was pulled into it, they had miscalculated...not supposed to be this powerful. The ship was falling, too. Barely time to make the escape pods. So many voices shouting. Bao-Dur! Where are you?! I CAN’T FIND THE GENERAL! General! … Surik! … Meetra! What the hell happened?! MEETRA. Revan. What have you done?! THEY’RE DYING OUT THERE, [b]JEDI[/b] ARE DYING OUT THERE- This wasn't supposed to happen...Revan- The Jedi Council. She’s standing before them. Atris glowers at her with far too much prejudice to be adhering to the precious Jedi Code they all so held on to. You made the decision to follow Revan into battle, against the Council’s wishes. There is only one verdict we can give. They didn’t need to. This was over. She had made her choice. The saber ignites and stabs into the stone in the center of the room as the Masters stare at her- [/i] The images hit Aria like a sucker punch to the gut, the Champion yelping and staggering forward before she managed to brace her hand against the stone. She gulped down a few lungfuls of air, feeling strangely disoriented as she tried to keep herself grounded in reality. She wondered if Yerbol felt the same thing, saw the same things she did. [i]We created this thing. I have to destroy it. General, it’s too dangerous. You’d never get close enough before you died. The sensor probe, alive and well, whizzes around the Zabrak’s head, beeping loudly. He’s right. Let the droid do it, he’d make it. No time to argue, I have to find her- Have to find Kreia-[/i] Her legs felt like they were made of jelly. Just as Aria was afraid she was going to pass out, it stopped, when next Aria opened her eyes, she was staring at the blue-washed wreckage once again. Shakily, she turned her head to look for her partner, croaking out: “This was it. This was...what helped them win the war…They came back looking for it. Revan couldn’t find it, but Meetra did.”