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therevanchistAlone in the lift where no one can see her, Revan bounces on her toes, her pent-up energy deprived of an outlet, but she's self-aware enough to laugh at herself for being annoyed she didn't have to charge in with sabers humming. Not needing to risk the lives of a special forces team on a rescue mission is unambiguously a good thing, not to mention not giving the Council any more leverage.
The door slides aside to reveal the medical deck, and Revan stills her thoughts, counting her steps on her way to the medbay, footfalls soft despite the metal flooring. The returning Jedi have had a bad few weeks and don't need her being keyed up on top of it.
The density of crew in the corridors is higher than she would have expected, and they're not all in medical uniforms. Revan suspects nosiness, and would have even if their curiosity weren't palpable in the Force. Most people, even in the military, never see one Jedi in person, much less a shipful of them, and the crewers don't all manage to conceal their stares as she passes. The guards at the door to the medbay--there to ward off the gawkers, perhaps?--come to attention, and she pushes back her hood as she enters, looking for either a familiar face or a medical crewer who doesn't seem too busy.
The door slides aside to reveal the medical deck, and Revan stills her thoughts, counting her steps on her way to the medbay, footfalls soft despite the metal flooring. The returning Jedi have had a bad few weeks and don't need her being keyed up on top of it.
The density of crew in the corridors is higher than she would have expected, and they're not all in medical uniforms. Revan suspects nosiness, and would have even if their curiosity weren't palpable in the Force. Most people, even in the military, never see one Jedi in person, much less a shipful of them, and the crewers don't all manage to conceal their stares as she passes. The guards at the door to the medbay--there to ward off the gawkers, perhaps?--come to attention, and she pushes back her hood as she enters, looking for either a familiar face or a medical crewer who doesn't seem too busy.
