As the Champions and their learners continued to pore over the projection in front of them and bouncing potential ideas back and forth, Neta made a reappearance and began to give them the rundown on the information that they had gathered. The Champion narrowed her eyes at the comment regarding their unavailability the night before, muttering: “Just tell us what you found out, Neta.” 
Mercifully, the spec ops pilot did just that, though Aria had to admit that the intel they were presented with was no more comforting than their own theories had been. She felt her jaw slacken in disbelief as she coughed out, in unison with her partner:
“S-Six MONTHS?” Slipspace could only get them so far, she thought to herself. But, as always, what choice did they have? 
Her momentary annoyance at their predicament was curbed by the presence of a familiar Knight who had been sorely missed among the Qyaari since her husband’s passing. 
“Kira!” the Champion broke into a welcoming grin despite everything. “It's good to have you back.”

“If only it were under better circumstances, eh?” Kira nodded to Neta as the pilot headed back towards the cockpit. “Let's get you patched in and the Elders can fill you in on everything.”
“Into the unknown might as well be the tagline for the Qyaari Champion job description at this point.” Aria snorted, flashing Ethan a wryly sympathetic grin. We'll get through this, somehow. Everyone is counting on us. 

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Several minutes later, the Qyaari crowded around the projections of the Council of Elders, as they received the full rundown of the information they had managed to gather about their destination. Although, that was rather optimistic, the Council were quick to reiterate that they knew nothing of the planet for certain, only yet more theories as to what they may find when they touched down. 

Ailel crossed her arms as she surveyed the five in front of them, her blue eyes sparkling with worry. 
“We have reason to believe that there may be a contingent, or perhaps more than one, of these ‘Revanites’ camped out on this planet. Radical Force users who were drawn in by Revan’s teachings, after he saved the Jedi, I'm sure you're all aware that Revan was not quite as dedicated to the original Code as some others. He amassed quite a following among both Orders who subscribed to the idea of neither Light nor Dark. Though, Cheriss and Malu would be able to tell you more, since most of the Revanites migrated to the jungles of Dromund Kaas for a time.” she finished, looking at the two former Sith in question. 

The Dathomirian nodded severely, tenting her fingers together in the classic “I'm really unhappy about this” Cheriss pose, clearing her throat to compose herself before she began:
“As you may or may not be aware, the Revanites were known to the Dark Council throughout their time on Dromund Kaas, though they were naught but a pragmatic nuisance at best. Roan and I previously had managed to infiltrate their ranks where we were able to locate what he believed had been Revan’s original mask. We returned it to its rightful place in the museum in Kaas City, of course, but there is one issue: just before Bracknell and Soto came to power five years ago, the mask was stolen.”
“At the time, of course, we assumed that Bracknell had taken it. The Revanites that were left on Dromund Kaas were likely where he amassed the majority of his Sith followers, after all.” Malu chipped in. “But when we defeated Bracknell on Zinuthra, we could find no evidence that it had ever come into his possession, nor that Bracknell had any idea who DID have it.”
“So another Revanite must have taken it.” Kytra muttered, perching her chin on her palm thoughtfully. 

“So we believe.” Cheriss confirmed. “But the culprit left no trace of their destination, beyond that they had gone into Wild Space and never returned. It’s highly possible that this Oddessen planet could be the Revanites’ new base of operations, we would advise you to be cautious.” her mouth quirked upwards into a wry smirk. “But I'm sure Kira has told you that enough times already.”
“There's no GUARANTEE that this person landed up on Oddessen.” Kira admitted as she gave each Champion a sidelong glance. “But it’s a possibility.”

Aria had remained quiet throughout the duration of the exchange, the expression on her face indicating her silence had been due to her being deep in thought. 
“If that mask really IS Revan’s, and we were to track it down, could we use it to find him, if he's still out there to BE found?” she looked between the Elders curiously. “Artefacts sometimes hold onto the Force signatures of their bearers, right?”
“POTENTIALLY, yes.” Cheriss confirmed after some hesitation. “But I would recommend that your first course of action once you land would be to locate some form of communications array, or make one, to keep in contact with us so you can report your findings.”

Or so that you know we aren't dead. Aria thought wryly to herself, as Cheriss turned to the other Elders and asked:
“Anything that I've missed, Malu? Matthew?”