[Not unwilling to talk about home, at least until Dixon blunders into something more sensitive than that, she lets him change the subject.]
The Ebon Hawk? I stole it from a crime lord on Taris when we needed to run the Sith blockade. Nice little freighter, fast hyperdrive, lots of aftermarket mods, about half of them illegal in the Republic.
[Revan leans back against a table, folding her arms and reeling off that particular adventure like it's nothing. Davik's security hadn't been worth much, and neither had he and that pet bounty hunter of his. The entire caper ranks low on her list of ridiculous escapades, really.]
However, "crew" is probably less accurate than "a bunch of people who followed me and I can't seem to shake."
[She says it with affection mingled with...something, a certain chill or distance that casts a pall over the emotion. Easy enough to dismiss as homesickness.]
I miss what I had with them, yes.
[Totally honest, totally misleading. She wonders if all this deflection is going to catch up with her anytime soon. Not where Dixon's concerned, of course--she's sure she could tell him to space himself and he'd just ask for directions to the airlock--but the others are expecting the Revan who Revan's been pretending to be, the hero who led the Republic to victory in a righteous war, not the blood-soaked tyrant who rose in her place or the amnesiac still reeling from the blow the revelation of her past had dealt her. When her doubts catch up to her in the long watches of the night, she fears the emptiness the Council left in her mind will swallow her and take any trust the others have in her with it.]
...All of them would tell me to get over it and do my blasted job.
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The Ebon Hawk? I stole it from a crime lord on Taris when we needed to run the Sith blockade. Nice little freighter, fast hyperdrive, lots of aftermarket mods, about half of them illegal in the Republic.
[Revan leans back against a table, folding her arms and reeling off that particular adventure like it's nothing. Davik's security hadn't been worth much, and neither had he and that pet bounty hunter of his. The entire caper ranks low on her list of ridiculous escapades, really.]
However, "crew" is probably less accurate than "a bunch of people who followed me and I can't seem to shake."
[She says it with affection mingled with...something, a certain chill or distance that casts a pall over the emotion. Easy enough to dismiss as homesickness.]
I miss what I had with them, yes.
[Totally honest, totally misleading. She wonders if all this deflection is going to catch up with her anytime soon. Not where Dixon's concerned, of course--she's sure she could tell him to space himself and he'd just ask for directions to the airlock--but the others are expecting the Revan who Revan's been pretending to be, the hero who led the Republic to victory in a righteous war, not the blood-soaked tyrant who rose in her place or the amnesiac still reeling from the blow the revelation of her past had dealt her. When her doubts catch up to her in the long watches of the night, she fears the emptiness the Council left in her mind will swallow her and take any trust the others have in her with it.]
...All of them would tell me to get over it and do my blasted job.