The concept of a “Revanite” was one that he had never heard of, but made sense. Revan was a mythological figure, almost launched into the status of Demi-god. People would be attracted to worshipping that kind of power, even going so far as to think they could learn how to be “like” Revan. Yerbol wondered silently how the Revanities could have made it to Odessen with just hyperspace travel, let alone how the Council knew that there were Revanites on the unknown planet, but then again, that data they extracted from Lehon might have had more than Yerbol thought. He would have to ask Vano how she managed to figure all this out when they returned. 

When Cheriss asked for the Elders to chime in, Matthew’s normally youthful countenance appeared to age almost instantly, wrinkles creasing his forehead and brow.
“There’s no guarantee that you can find a working communications device that far out in unknown space, but if you do, I would suggest patching into whatever frequency is available from Zinuthra. I, along with the rest of the Council, could care less who receives the information first. As long as SOMEONE knows where you are, we’ll feel better. Besides, I think the Alliance intelligence people would be more celebratory about receiving a landmark transmission from deep within Wild Space than we would.”
“A fair point. Besides, we probably wouldn’t be able to address it right away.” Yerbol cocked a brow, prompting the Miraluka to explain:
“We don’t just sit around and await your reports, darling. There are more things at play than even your little group knows about, issues that only we can address. And before you ask, it’s better that you don’t know about them. There’s a reason why we take care of these matters ourselves.” 
“That’s not to say you’ll be completely on your own, though. We’ll try to provide support whenever we can, but Malu does make a good point: when you leave this part of Wild Space, we can’t guarantee very much support even if we wanted to.” An uncomfortable silence fell on the meeting, Matthew breaking it after a few moments:
“But there was a reason why we sent you, ALL of you, on an operation like this. All that has been accomplished up until this point has led you to this. Bracknell, Illesia and the Xiis, Manus…the Force guided you through this and other trials to prepare you for what you will go through. We believe in your abilities to succeed.” He shot the Champions a smile.
“Besides, you two really have been operating independently ever since you’ve been a team. The only thing that changes is that you won’t have to tell us very much because we won’t be able to hear you.” A half-hearted chuckle from Yerbol.
“We’ll do what we can to report back. I presume our little portion of the galaxy will be intact when we return?” 
“As much as it can be, Yerbol. You do your part and we’ll do ours.” The Elder had been leaning forward, but now sat back, looking the group over one last time, a trace of some unreadable emotion glancing through his eyes.
“May the Force be with you. All of you. Come home safe.” Right as the transmission ended, Ethan asked in a still slightly bleary tone:
“So ah…how are we going to last six months on the ship?”
“Yeah, kid’s right. What IS the plan for getting to Odessen without starving to death?” Kira and Ethan’s questions were met with a nod of affirmation from Yerbol, who had been wondering the same thing ever since Neta dropped the “six month” revelation on them.
“Well, remember, the coordinates were plotted using standard hyperspace calculations. Slipspace generators can shave time off, but with these unknown jumps…well, we’re kinda shooting in the dark.” 
“Cool, cool…but that didn’t answer my question.”
“We won’t BE flying for six months, Ethan. Our first stop might not take us more than a couple of weeks.”
“But that’s a ‘might’? Not a ‘definitely’?” Neta shook her head, looking at the Champions and Kira with mock desperation.
“He REALLY doesn’t know how we operate, does he?” 
“Ethan, our entire profession leans on this kind of uncertainty. Better to embrace it now than try to fight against it.” The apprentice gulped down a knot forming in his throat, nodding before Neta added:
“We’re fueled up and ready to get to our first set of coordinates. I’m going to go punch in our destination and then…we’ll be off.” The pilot left the CIC along with Ethan, who the party could hear asking questions about how fuel efficient slipspace generators are as the cockpit door closed. 
“Hey ah…sorry to drop in so suddenly. I know you weren’t counting on company, but it’s nice to be a part of something like this.” 
“Are you kidding? Having you along is a comfort. You’ve been through even more than we have.” She chuckled.
“Agreed with the last bit, but not so sure about being a ‘comfort’. Never was very good at encouraging that kind of an atmosphere.” Her eyes were cast down for a few moments, then quickly told the group:
“I’ll ah…I’ll be around. We’ll have time to talk, I’m sure.” With that, she disappeared, leaving three. 
“You want to watch our departure, honey? Might be nice to see known space. Won’t be seeing it for a while.” He took one of her hands in his, glancing down at her with a somber smile.