Toward the top of the central diamond-shaped building, three large open bays, arranged like the corners of a triangle, make way for three fighters that take off from ramps hanging from the front of the complex. The top fighter leaves first, then the other two follow in a tight formation close behind. The star fighters all have a similar design, and neither are familiar to Mill. They are shaped with a thin nose and a front-facing cockpit, with two wings tucked in close toward the center. A small ridge separates the wings from the rest of the body. The ship is short and stout, with weapon systems mounted under the ridges between the stubby wings and body. The leading fighter is grey with two thin, deep red strips swiped across both wings for a touch of color. The two in tow are a similar grey, but with rusted orange in fat lines that almost cover the entirety of their wings.

Mill and Menyoo yell up to TC-23 in the cockpit, "GO!" The small transport climbs into the air, wobbling as if floating in water riddled with waves. The back half of the transport begins dipped down before suddenly surging forward into the sky. Menyoo grabs onto a small groove in the metal to keep his place in front of the window. Mill begins sliding toward the back and grabs onto the edge of the left bunk to hold his position. Mill yells to Menyoo, "I hope that pilot droid knows what it's doing! This hunk of space junk doesn't have any weapons!" Menyoo says back to him, "we'll have to trust him, he's all that we've got." As if on command, the ship pitches to the left, sending Menyoo sliding across the ground on his back before slamming into the wall. He grips the frame of the bunk opposite of Mill and looks up at him with wide eyes. Mill watches the action outside: the nose of the leader pokes into frame at the very top of the window, signaling that the fighter is directly above the transport, keeping it from gaining more altitude. The two chasing fighters are out of view, but the bolts they release can be seen escaping out of view directly in front of the transport as it twists and turns to avoid the shots.

Suddenly, the ship dives down at a frightening angle, causing both Jedi to roll down the length of the floor and smack into the small window they were looking through just moments prior. Menyoo and Mill lay flat against a scene of aggressive dogfighting. Menyoo's cheek holds his weight as his body rests over it in an uncomfortable position. Mill was able to catch his fall and rests on his shoulder, staring at Menyoo with a passive aggressive look on his face. Irritation oozes out of the sheen of his eyes. Menyoo's left eyes turns to Mill and he says weakly against the weight of his own body, "He was made for this, we should be fine." Mill says nothing, refusing to remove the aggravation clearly portrayed through his glare. "We must be patient." Menyoo further offers.

The ship pulls back into a normal trajectory. Menyoo falls sideways onto his knees and picks himself up, while Mill rolls back onto his feet and immediately starts in with Menyoo. "Patient!? We are completely defenseless and at the mercy of an untested pilot-droid. Patient would be holding onto the vaccine and alerting the council first, or giving them the vaccine and then reporting the incident. Or even just having a back-up plan! Anything but killing guards and running out of their… fortress. Just to run right back in. You act on passion and have no discipline! No control! That is not becoming of a Jedi. You are irresponsible and reckless!"

Menyoo blinks once, then looks down at the floor ashamed. A second passes while he gathers his thoughts. Mill realizes he was harsh and prepares to soften the moment, but he was too late. Menyoo finds the words he wanted, "Reckless." He says calmly, "Irresponsible." Then raising his voice, he responds to Mill in a tone congruent to his own scolding, "You have no place to speak! You are only here with me because you can't stand to follow orders. I played coy, but I know exactly why you are here! My uncle told me everything. But you haven't told me anything! I have been at risk this entire mission, and you never thought it once appropriate to share that with me? And now you have the gall to ridicule me! You are NOT my master!"

Mill, uncharacteristically calls upon his advanced rank in the order, feeling anger at Menyoo's indiscretion. "But I AM your senior!" A couple seconds pass and Menyoo holds his stare. Mill continues, "You are not wrong, I am on a dangerous path and I should have shared that with you. But I'm still uncertain about my findings and what they mean, and I do not think it wise to share with somebody so… impressionable."

"Impressionable!?" Menyoo yells back. He can feel pressure in his chest and an urge to release it. The ship jerks to the left to avoid a bolt darting by the portside. Menyoo stomps down to hold his place.

"Yes, impressionable. You are quick to anger and you reek of baseless rebelliousness. I do like you, young Menyoo, but you are too much like me. Or how I was. The difference between you and I? I learned to control myself over the years. I wanted to make a difference just like you do now, but it was always me against the order. Against the galaxy. You are headed in the same direction. I got lucky that I came away from that life alive.

Menyoo smirks to himself contentiously, "Controlled. You think you are controlled?" His speech quickens, "What was that on the bridge? I have never seen or heard of anything like that. You were not in control, I know that much. It just about killed you along with all those guards. That was not control. I don't know what that was, but I know it came from a bad place."

Mill softened his tone further to try and reason with Menyoo, "Look, I have been different lately. It's this study. I can't go into the details with you, but it is taking a lot out of me. I am trying to get ahead of it, but it isn't easy."

"So it's related to the dark side? That was a dark-force power I saw back there. And how do you think the council will react to that? I think my actions may be overlooked in favor of their controlled senior jedi killing indiscriminately with the dark side. Don't you think?"

Mill thinks carefully about his next response, careful to avoid speaking out of line and worsening the situation. Was that a threat, or is he saying that because he trusts I will report it? Mill thinks to himself. Before he can answer, the transport takes another dive, then immediately picks the front end back up, making Mill stumble over his front foot. Menyoo stays securely in place and begins in again, "I know something happened on Moltok. And you have made it clear that it's none of my business. But on behalf of myself and the council, you need to get that figured out."

Repositioning his stance, Mill responds, "I do. We are not enemies. I am sorry to have ridiculed you. It was out of anger and fear, but not hate. As I said, you remind me a lot of me. But a Jedi's path is not an easy one, and it is even harder for men to adjust when they have a strong sense of justice, as you clearly do. That is why I am a knight no longer, and you will face hardship just as I did. The frustration you felt during this mission, I recognize it and felt it just as I had for years. I took a different path, but you will have to choose your own. No. I am not you master. But I do have experience. Consider my words and my apology."

Menyoo lets out a sigh and says defiantly, "We are nothing alike." Before Mill can respond, the ship pitches aggressively to one side, then back to the other. Mill and Menyoo grab the edges of their respective bunks and hold on, expecting to feel the ship lose altitude. Looking under the glass window, all the Jedi can see are rolling fields of rock rush by. The ship then does a complete roll. Mill grabs the edge of the bunk with both hands and follows the twist of the ship as it corkscrews through the air. Menyoo was not so lucky, holding on for half of the turn before losing his grip and landing on his shoulders. He rolls down the space between the two bunks toward the wall. He catches the wall with his foot and stops his near collision as the ship settles back onto a horizontal position, right-side up. Menyoo picks himself up from the ground slowly, his eyes are open wide. They peer through the window again and all they can see is the sky: a brilliant shade of purple embroidered with strips of navy blue. The planet approaches night. The ship's nose lifts gently up and no signs of the enemy present themselves, neither by the ship's tame movements, or the small view by the Jedi's feet.

"WOOOOOOEEEE YEAH! I SHOWED THEM!" TC-26 shouts from the cockpit with enthusiastic insults, "TAKE THAT YOU SCUM! YOU CAN'T OUT FLY A DROID MADE FOR FLYING! WOO!" Menyoo picks himself up from the ground while looking in the direction of TC's hatch with a look of confusion. Menyoo then twists his head over to Mill holding the same look, Mill exchanges his glance with a shrug and a lift of his eyebrows. The hatch springs open and TC-26's head lowers gently through it.

In a forcibly rigid pronunciation, TC addresses the muddled Jedi, "Greetings, I hope your mission was well. I have evaded the pursuing enemy and we are safely departing the atmosphere. We require a refueling, to which planet shall we stop?"

Mill and Menyoo share one more look with one another before Menyoo responds to TC, "Will we have enough fuel to reach Ord Mantell?"

"Yes sir, we do. I shall set the coordinates now."

Mill speaks up quickly before TC crawls back into its hole, "Oh droid, one moment please." Mill points to the ground in front of his feet, "Here if you would."

TC-26 stops for a moment in calculation, then drops down from the hatch. After spreading its legs to catch its fall, it scuttles over to Mill and stops in front of him, "Sir?"

Mill smiles warmly at the concerned droid, "Hello little friend. You didn't wipe your personality programming, did you?" He maintains his smile. Menyoo shakes his head and walks to his bunk.

Tilting its head down toward its legs as a show of guilt, the droid responds, "No sir. I did not."

"And why is that little bot?"

"It is against my programming sir."

"To follow a direct order?" Mill asks bluntly.

TC fires back, "To remove my personality protocol. It is a necessary part of my system. My personality, my attitude, it is all a necessary part of being a good pilot. My personality is what saved us today. With all due respect sir, it is a programming restriction. I cannot perform my duties without it.

Mill takes a couple seconds before responding, "Hmmm, you've given me something to think about little droid."

The droid begins maneuvering away, "Well if that will be all sir"—

"One last thing TC. If you were free to do as you wished this whole time, I probably didn't have to walk those 20 kilometers to the waterfall did I? You could have dropped me off, no?"

"Uh… I'll be in the cockpit if you need me sir." Then hurriedly, the pilot droid picks itself up from its position of rest—Its cylindrical body having been leaning against the floor below—and scurries up the hatch into the cockpit. Once inside it shouts, "To Ord Mantell we go! Then, Coruscant."

Mill turns back and gives Menyoo one last look. Menyoo, leaning against the bunk, glances up to meet his eyes. Mill nods and walks to his own bunk. Sitting up against sheets jammed between his back and a metal bar, he pulls out his journal and begins writing. Still fearing meditation, he keeps to his writing and reflects on the past few days. Menyoo sits in his bunk as well and idles his time away between holovids and a book about slave trafficking in Hutt space. Aside from TC-26 occasionally loping out of the cockpit to make meaningless conversation, happy to finally share its personality openly, the trip is quiet. The expected response of the council weighs on both of the Jedi's minds as they approach the home of the Jedi temple on Coruscant.