As they proceeded forward, a thick, heavy sense of dread seemed to envelop the dilapidated ship, so much so that more than once Yerbol had to steady himself against a nearby piece of wreckage or a miraculously intact wall. This earned him a few worried glances from both apprentices, which he deflected by pointing forward at Aria, who had taken the lead. Her first set of visions had gone by seemingly quick, Yerbol in the midst of examining what he thought to be a semi functioning nav console when Ethan and Kytra brought to his attention that Aria had stopped. Just as suddenly as she had stopped, she was back to their current reality, informing the party of what she saw. He cast a look at both apprentices before telling them quietly:
“If you start to…see things, just let the vision happen. No use in fighting the Force when it imparts knowledge of this magnitude.” A brief flicker of a tangential thought regarding how much he and Aria might have fought the Force came and went, refocusing his efforts on making sure the group wasn’t surprised with anything from the rear on their path of advancement. 

After a few more minutes of rambling, they came to a dead end, albeit a massive one. The nearly cavernous sized chamber they found themselves in held warped machines, shattered terminals and fragments of stairways that more than likely would have led up to the tiered platform that stood on the opposite end of the chamber. The platform’s support beams were exposed from underneath, but somehow they looked solid enough to support their collective weight. 
“A bridge.” Ethan mumbled, Yerbol nodding in agreement. 
“If we can get up to what was probably the CIC, we can-“ Aria was on her knees, eyes rolled back into her skull. 
“Ari?!” Kytra stood behind her master with uncertain anxiety, Ethan joining his fellow apprentice in case Aria fell back while Yerbol took to a knee, steadying his wife by gripping her shoulders with his hands. He stayed silent as her eyes closed, blinking at a near superhuman speed for what felt like an eternity. Finally, she broke out, Yerbol stopping her forward descent by embracing her upper body. As she regained her composure, she told the party what she saw.
“Something tells me that we might be able to get the info we need on the platform. Hopefully it’s not in the form of another vision.” He managed to stop himself from telling Aria to hang back while he and Ethan investigated the platform, knowing that she would have scoffed at the idea. 
“You going to be ok?” He asked softly, brushing away a strand of hair that had fallen across her line of sight. Knowing that the answer would probably be a “yes”, he helped her to her feet, telling her through their bond: 

Don’t play hero here. If you need a breather, let me know. 

With his concern stated, the party found their way up to what Yerbol had referred to as the CIC or combat information center. As far as he knew, all combat ready starships held combat stratagems, nav logs and other relevant data at the CIC, which was normally located where the commanding officer would station themselves. A raised platform on the bridge seemed like a natural enough location for a CO to make their post, hence the assumption. The instinct paid off when they all stepped onto the platform and saw a circular shaped pedestal that glowed faintly with a hazy, starry blue aura that wrapped around the device. 
“Let me.” Ethan impetuously stepped out in front before Yerbol could object, apprentice tracing his hand in a circular motion around the pedestal. The motion prompted the pedestal to retract a covering over the central part of the device, allowing for a shimmering projection to materialize, albeit faintly. There were slight glimmers that dotted the projection along with a sphere in the middle that featured several points tagged with labels. 
“A scan of the planet post-Mandalorian wars.” Ethan commented with a near slack jaw, pointing at the various pockmarks that indicated craters, labels that were marked with fallen ship signatures and one other marker that was ominously affixed as: “Academy”. 
“This map must have been used by Revan and the Exile when they came to Malachor. It would make no sense for Republic or Empire forces to scan a notoriously dead world for shipwrecks.”
“But then why would Revan and Meetra use this map in particular? That would assume that this wreck was here when they arrived and they had their own nav data that they uploaded to this console.” Yerbol’s question put a damper on Ethan’s theory, but didn’t discourage the apprentice from offering: 
“Well…if the wreck WAS here when they arrived and they left this map behind, wouldn’t that imply that they left this-“
“For others.” Yerbol finished the sentence as a chill raced down his spine. 
“The Hssiss were probably thought of as guardians by those two, seeing as they would be drawn to this site thanks to the strong imprint the Force had made here. They might have gambled that whoever they left this here for would not only be strong enough to kill the Hssiss, but find their way to this specific map.” There was another label that Yerbol hadn’t spotted upon first examining the map, this one simply stating: “Ship”. 

So that was where they were. 

The distance between “ship” and “academy” looked small enough, but there was no way to gauge the terrain types or actual distance they would need to traverse. They would need to either hope they were plodding along in the right direction or use a portable nav unit and hope it wouldn’t be completely scrambled by Malachor’s atmosphere. Yerbol informed the group of those two options before asking:
“Unless you guys have a better idea?”