"So, I had the strangest dream last night," Leiraya related over her breakfast. Zaalbar looked up in mild curiosity, and T3 trilled inquisitively.

Aiden had just entered the room. "Yeah, me too… I was back on Deralia running one of my ocean patrols, when the water suddenly froze, and I was surrounded by Jedi who were ice-skating and having lightsaber duels." He scratched his head. "It was really weird."

Looking up from her food, Mission raised an eyebrow. "Ice-skating Jedi? Sounds like something out of a bad holovid."

"Yeah, you're telling me." Aiden nodded to Carth as he entered, and sat down with his breakfast. "Could've been worse, I guess."

"So what was your dream?" Mission turned back to Leiraya. "Was it weirder than ice-skating Jedi?"

"Well, it mostly involved people walking in on me while I was in the shower." Glancing up casually, she took note of the way both Carth and Aiden's faces were turning different shades of red. "Oh, wait… I forgot. That actually happened."

Mission's eyes went wide, and she had to keep herself from giggling. "Oh, man… you guys ever hear of knocking? I mean, sheesh…"

"It was an accident," Aiden said defensively. "Why would I try to walk in on her?"

Zaalbar wuffled innocently. Only half the crew could understand Shyriiwook, but everyone present caught the gist of it. "And here I thought you didn't talk." Aiden looked slightly disgruntled. "Besides, judging from the colour of Mr. Pilot's face over here, I wasn't the only one. So why don't you go bother him for a while?"

"Because you were the one to get defensive." Mission shrugged. "Nothing personal."

"Besides," Leiraya interjected, "It's interesting to see how many different shades Carth's face will go through before we find one that matches his jacket." At this, his face flushed bright red, clashing horribly with the bright orange of his flight jacket.

"I personally don't see what's so funny about it," Bastila spoke, finally deciding to enter the conversation.

"Funny about what? The incident, or his jacket?" Leiraya grinned wickedly.

Bastila narrowed her eyes and waved her fork in Leiraya's general direction. "You should not be so quick to torment the other crew members. This is still my mission-"

"-and we're in this together, right?" Carth interrupted, finishing the sentence for her. "At least until we get to Dantooine."

"Well, I suppose we are…"

"Then can we please knock off the disparaging remarks? Personally, I'd like to keep everyone together, especially if there's going to be more fighting."

"Whoa, whoa." Leiraya looked up sharply. "Back up the freedom airbus. I'm not interested in fighting."

"You're… what?" Aiden looked slightly confused. "But you're a Jedi, right?"

"Not all Jedi are into this whole fighting deal," she shot back defensively. "I'm a pacifist."

Carth looked at her incredulously. "Do you think you can honestly avoid fighting these days? The galaxy is at war, in case you hadn't noticed."

"And for what?" Her arms crossed over her chest, and her eyes narrowed. "Some Jedi's dream of power. Revan should never have left for the Mandalorian Wars in the first place, and fighting isn't getting the galaxy anywhere!"

"And what, precisely, do you propose?" He looked at her angrily, fists clenched. "Sending them cookies?"

"It's better than trying to blow them up," she retorted. "No one deserves what we're doing to the galaxy."

"No one?" Carth looked as though he were on the verge of explosion. "You're trying to tell me that no one deserves to be destroyed?"

Leiraya looked him straight in the eye. "No, they don't! What could anyone do to deserve that?"

"Revan and Malak destroyed my homeworld- my family- my LIFE!"

Shocked silence followed. Carth's face fell, and Leiraya's face lost all its colour. They just stood there for several seconds, both unable to say anything. It was Carth who broke the silence first, muttering something about how he shouldn't have said anything, followed by him abruptly stalking out of the room.

Aiden looked at the door where Carth had left, and back at Leiraya. "What the hell was that all about?"

"I… I think I upset him."

"That's one word for it." Aiden shook his head. "You know, he's a trouble case to start with when it comes to the whole teamwork and getting along sort of thing, did you have to go and make him explode like that?"

"Do you think I purposely pushed a big red 'Make Carth Explode' button or something? How was I supposed to know he'd fly off the handle?"

"Well, I don't know what you did, but fix it." Aiden picked up the remains of his breakfast to dispose of. "We don't need exploding crew members."

Regaining some of her colour, Leiraya looked at him in irritation. "Right, and there's a quick fix for it, too." Not waiting for a reply, she stormed out of the room.

The time between breakfast and their arrival at Dantooine was altogether too long, and generally awkward for everyone aboard. Mission was still out of spirits, excepting random bursts of enthusiasm that no one could predict. Carth refused to do anything but examine the ship's controls, and no amount of coaxing from Aiden could get him to say anything about his outburst. He would only stare at the controls and mutter about how it wasn't important, and that he needed to focus on what he was doing. Bastila was in a bad temper for reasons she refused to disclose, and Leiraya was still worked up over the prospect of having to fight. Canderous kept apart from everyone else, for the most part, content to take the time to give his weapons a good cleaning.

After 12 hours of this, Aiden had decided that T3-M4 was good company.

Fortunately, the trip came to an end before anyone imploded. Carth brought the ship in to the docks at the Jedi Enclave, and the entire crew disembarked as soon as they could. One could always hope that a bit of fresh air would improve the dispositions of most of them, but most everyone's problems had roots that went deeper than staying on a ship for too long.

Bastila looked around, and sighed contentedly. "Dantooine. It feels like years since I've been here."

Well, at least that made one person slightly happier, Aiden thought. Out loud, he said, "So what's the plan from here?"

"Well, I need to go talk to the Jedi Council, to discuss… various different things. In the meantime, I imagine the rest of you can explore the Enclave. If any of you are needed, I'll send for you." Without any further explanation, she turned and walked towards what Aiden presumed was the entryway to the Enclave proper.

"Well…" Aiden looked around at everyone, and shrugged. "I guess we're on our own for the time being."