*Kreia sat cross-legged on the cold metallic floor of one of the Ebon Hawk's dimly lit chambers, her presence barely noticeable in the shadows. Her head bowed, she was deep in meditation. The soft hum of the ship's engines and the distant chatter of crewmates provided an oddly soothing backdrop to her otherwise somber contemplation.* Have you come seeking more answers? There is little left for me to give. *Even though she maintained her usual calm and contemplative demeanor, inwardly she w...