Yerbol chuckled at the apology, responding:
"You don't have to worry about me, Ari. He's your father. I'll respect him for your sake, even if he won't refer to me by name for the rest of the trip." It must have been a way to de-humanize those around him. That was it. Easier to marginalize someone than actually try to understand them. Much easier. He had to be wary he didn't fall into the same trap and shove Roan into the "Evil Sith Lord" stereotype, no matter how much he acted in line with how Sith were commonly perceived.
Neta put the coordinates in and frowned.
"You weren't kidding about the coordinates being incomplete. No way am I going to try and make a hyperspace jump on something this shoddy. I might, however, be able to do a little...something..." She fiddled with the nav panel to the right of the pilot's chair, then nodded in approval.
"Alright, so with a bit of extrapolation, I've come up with what I HOPE are manageable coordinates. If we end up on the wrong side of an exploding star, just remember what I was given, ok?" Neta sat back in her chair, left hand hovering over the power systems.
"I can't believe I got myself into this." She mumbled, the gravity of the situation hitting her between the eyes like the butt of a rifle.
"Kids...once we leave known space..." She glanced up at them, a note of grave sincerity in her voice:
"I don't know what we'll find when we come back." For the first time since their meeting, Yerbol could detect anxiety emanating from the normally collected Neta. Whatever nerves had lit up in her mind seemed to calm down instantly, shaking her bright red mane as she brought the ship to life.
"Might as well not put it off."
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The jump INTO hyperspace wasn't difficult, but the destination was going to be an "intriguing surprise that'll be revealed in about twenty four hours". Neta's sardonic comment was followed by a wish for sleep, shooing the duo away as in their initial encounter.
"Come on, I want to talk." He brought Ari into their quarters, brushing past the Padawans, who were now awkwardly staring at the newest addition to the crew.
"Before we touch down, we've got to make it clear to both the Padawans and the Acolytes that we're...well, we're not Padawans or acolytes anymore. All those distinctions, the lines we drew to separate us don't matter anymore. I don't mean for us to have some grand speech in the map room where we 'rally the troops to victory', but I think taking some time to address the younger ones would be beneficial. We've got some time. so I say we do it now." He could hear Janika squeak something to Roan, then the shuffling of hurried feet back to their quarters.
"Let me go to talk to them before your father throws them through the hull of the ship."
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"What do you mean we're not Padawans?" Manso griped, his aqua colored skin seeming to turn a more indignant blue.
"For the fifth time..." Yerbol ran a hand over his face, continuing:
"Guys, there IS no Jedi Order anymore."
"What about the Masters?" Janika asked, chin in her hands.
"There are a few left, yes, but if we keep the same walls of Jedi and Sith, we're not going to have a chance at making progress against the real enemy." Manso shook his head.
"They're still Sith, Yerbol. They'll stab us in the back the moment we turn around."
"And go where, Manso? The True Sith want to kill ALL Force users. Pragmatism is going to motivate them to work with us for now and then...then I don't know. I really don't know."
"What WILL happen if we actually pull this off, Yerbie? If we're successful, then...then we have to rebuild the Order, right?"
"I don't know, Jani. This is uncharted territory, for all of us. All I'm asking is that you work with us, work with me to take down the True Sith." Manso snickered.
"Don't have much of a choice, do we?"
"None of us do."