Mill knocks on the hatch above his head, which TC-26 opens gingerly with two of his weedy legs. He tells the pilot droid that they are in a hurry to leave, and to be cautious during the departure—with all of the ships rushing to leave in time and avoid the hefty late departure fine, the chance of colliding with another ship is dangerously high. TC crawls back into the ceiling, but stops short of submerging himself into his peculiar cockpit, "But sir, where are we going?"

Mill extends an uncertain "uhh…" wary to tell him right away about the perilous route they will be taking. He instead decides to make an interim stop: to postpone having to explain the mission to TC, and give him and Menyoo an opportunity to speak alone. "There is a refueling station on this planet, south of here a ways. Let's top off first before leaving the system. We'll have to consult some star charts before we can leave anyway."

The sound of TC's spindly legs prodding and locking into place can be heard before the droid responds with an enthusiastic, "Sounds good to me!" The ship slowly creeps into the air; a series of propulsions and abrupt stops rock the ship for several minutes until they are able to safely fly clear of the docking space and its complement of truculent ships.

Mill does not bother strapping in for the departure, instead using the time to organize their supplies and put away the items from his bag. As he pulls out various things—the Sith book, manuscript, some water— he reaches the communicator he put away shortly before his fight with the assassin and finds a message has been left on it. Mill considers playing it later when Menyoo is asleep, but decides against it. At this stage of the mission there should be no secrets between him and Menyoo. Menyoo has taken a great risk continuing the journey with him; He has earned complete transparency. Menyoo sits in his bunk with his legs hanging off the side, staring ahead at nothing in particular. Mill turns to him and says, "I've got a transmission, it may be from the council."

Menyoo's eye stalks perk up in interest, "Well then play it, let's hear what they have to say." Mill obliges with a press of his thumb. Sbeit's voice picks up after a fit of static:

"Mill, I've learned a few things since we went our separate ways that I thought you should know. I found a commercial port pass on the Jedi, and I used it to find his docking number. I'm on his ship now and I've found some… concerning things. For one, it will get me to Coruscant, so rest easy. Not to presume it was bothering you, but, if it were, I'll be okay. But that's not why I'm leaving this. I have here a written order to the Jedi who attacked you. Orders to stay hidden, avoid civilian casualties, conceal his identity, normal stuff. It also has a frequency listed for him to use so he can trace your location. It's actually your ship's location. Furthermore, it was a kill order. He had no intention in bringing you back alive. Menyoo and I are not mentioned anywhere, it was all about you. Then the most interesting part, it was signed by F. Rashad. I don't have to tell you what that means. That's all I have to report, but I did want to say a few things. I know we didn't part in friendly terms. When do we ever? But you have enough enemies as it is, and I don't want you to count me among them. I am going to fight for your innocence, and I am going to do everything I can to expose who is responsible. You have friends on Coruscant, and if you decide to give up your silly scavenger hunt, I'm sure they'll be understanding. Don't worry, I won't implicate the people who helped you along the way, but that does leave you and Menyoo to be deserters. And the last thing, ditch the lightsaber. If you are caught, and they find the Jedi's lightsaber on you, that is going to make you look like Jedi hunters, and the situation will be much worse than it already is. Okay, this is where I will leave off. I don't want to say good luck, but do stay safe. And that goes for Menyoo too. Let him know I said it was nice meeting him and… Yeah, tell him that. Until we meet again Master."

Mill holds the communicator still in his hand and continues to stare at it after the message finishes playing. Menyoo begins to say something before Mill cuts him off after the first syllable, "Did you take his lightsaber?"

Menyoo's eyes shift toward the corner of the ship and he lets out an anxious, "uh…" Mill turns to him promptly to deliver a scornful glare, which he holds until one of Menyoo's eyes looks up from the ground to Mill. His eye darts back to the empty corner and he says, "Yes, I'm sorry. I just thought it would be a waste to leave it. And dangerous! What would happen if a local picked it up?"

Mill sighs and says in a sympathetic tone, "It's okay, but you should know Sbeit was going to do something with it. Give him a proper send-off as a Jedi. Taking the lightsaber back to the temple is part of that process. For the archives and his funeral."

Menyoo responds vindictively, "But he tried to kill you! He doesn't deserve the proper ceremony! He was an assassin. Just because he trained to fight like a Jedi does not make him a Jedi. We don't have assassins."

Mill nods his head lightly, "You're right, we don't. It isn't our way. But I think we haven't followed our way for a long time. Like I said, it's alright, but Sbeit is right. Leave it in the cabinet. I'll dispose of it when we stop on Jaguada."

Menyoo huffs back and says in a sarcastically childish tone, "Yes Master." Mill chuckles to amuse Menyoo, but it is obviously fake. Mill stares blankly at the wall beside Menyoo, prompting Menyoo to ask him if there is something wrong. Mill nods again, slowly, distracted by his thoughts, "I'm just putting the pieces together. It makes a lot more sense now that I know who sent him. Unfortunately, I don't think Sbeit will be able to help us on this one. We can expect more trouble, I'm sure of it."

Menyoo responds with an inflection of curiosity in his voice, "Right, F. Rashad. So you know him? I have never heard of him."

Mill drops his bag and walks over to the supplies. He starts putting them away in the cabinets as he answers, "F. Rashad is just a guy, a name. I don't know him either. But I know who he works for, he didn't give the order. Vux Shike gave the order, Rashad just signed the papers. He is a stage guy, nothing else." Mill turns to face Menyoo before finishing his answer, "the fact that I know things like this is partially why Vux hates me. Partially."

Menyoo sits and thinks about what he was just told. After half a minute he answers with agitation in his voice, "So somebody on the council tried to kill you? That cannot go unpunished! We have to do something. Or Sbeit, he'll be able to show the council the messages and, and report what happened."

Mill answers quick with contemptuous venom, starkly contrasted by his calm stocking of the cabinets, "He's a snake. Knowing Vux, Sbeit won't be able to prove anything. The man is very good at covering tracks." Mill empties the last bag on the table, then closes the door tight to prevent things from falling out during the inevitable rough landing to come.

Menyoo continues to stare at the ground, but this time out of anger, not shame. His eyes dart back and forth as he thinks of ways to prove Vux's treachery to the council. Mill looks back at him and sees the distress in his neurotic eye movements and twitchy rubbing of his hands. Mill attempts to comfort him: "Don't worry, he can't send anything our way that we can't handle. He sent his best assassin, I guarantee it, and he couldn't beat me. Who could he possibly send to beat the both of us together?"

Menyoo smiled at the thought of fighting a duel side by side with Mill. Watching Mill elegantly counter the Jedi's erratic movements made Menyoo envious of his skill and finesse. Menyoo didn't have enough confidence when he first learned to fight with the lightsaber, so he stuck to the basics, learning a blend of form one and two—poor preparation for an opponent like Mill's. Mill managed to turn the wild unpredictability of his enemy against him, and did so while never giving in to killing him. Technically, he did kill him, but it was an accident. Menyoo thinks about the way he drained the force from him; an image of utter helplessness sprawled across the assassin's face—of absolute despair staining his last moments—is burned into Menyoo's mind; Its recollection causes bad memories to emerge from Menyoo's past. Menyoo tries to stop thinking about them, but they hang suspended at the end of every dismissive thought he musters. Unable to calm his tireless thoughts, he blurts out, "Mill, we need to talk!"

Mill was walking back from the corner after having put the Sith book back into its respective box. He looks at Menyoo and says with an expectant tone, as if he were waiting for Menyoo to broach the subject, "This is about what happened to the assassin on the statue? Before he fell?"

Menyoo nods nervously, but Mill follows his question with a soft smile and says, "I already planned on talking about it. We just have to wait until we land. We should be there shortly."

And shortly it was. Within minutes TC yells from the cockpit, "We're at the station! And there are some men waiting for us. Get ready!"

Mill stands up and walks to the hatch, waiting for TC to open the little metal door and pop his head out. When he does, Mill says to the droid, "I'm going to let you take care of this. Here is the credit chit. Menyoo and I need to finalize preparations for the trip before we take off. I'm trusting you with the refueling. Don't worry, they are nice to droids here. And if they give you any issues, you know where to find me." Mill then holds the chit up into the air for TC to grab with one of his spare legs.

"Oh wow, I won't let you down boss! Thanks! I'll even see if I can get them down in price! You'll see, I'll be the best negotiator Socorro has ever seen!" TC pushes a button in his cockpit with one of his other free legs, then drops to the floor of the ship and rushes out of a crack in the door immediately after it begins opening.

Mill tries to stem TC's enthusiasm by shouting to him, rushing the last half of his sentence as TC sprints out of the ship, "Don't try to talk them down their still bandits!" His words go unheard by the little droid dashing eagerly toward the station. The door continues to open, spilling out the contents of the bunk all over the floor of the ship. Mill keeps his hand in the air from when he was shouting while staring disappointedly at the mess in front of him. He then lets out a tired sigh and turns to Menyoo, "Well I guess we can have that conversation now."

Menyoo starts by asking him why he wanted to wait for TC to leave. Mill explains that the Jedi may be listening in on them by using the droid's mic. Menyoo voices concern over Mill's priorities, "But didn't Sbeit say they were tracking the ship? So, we already know it's bugged. Shouldn't that be our main concern?"

Mill shakes his head, "Nah, the ship was bugged before we got to Socorro. By the time we left, the port security would have scrubbed anything capable of recording audio from the ship. Droids are exempt from that, but anything else on the ship isn't. We should be fine so long as TC isn't too close."

"Oh." Menyoo says back. He doesn't say anything after, so Mill gets up and takes a seat next to him. Menyoo remains quiet, but a multitude of questions come to mind. He picks out his first, but isn't sure how to begin. He looks up at Mill for direction. Mill lifts his eyes brows, then places his hands out in response, hinting at Menyoo to initiate. "Okay, I suppose I want to know first what happened during the fight. Was it a dark force power that you used? Did you know that was going to happen?"

Mill thinks about how to best answer his question; a difficult task since Mill does not quite know the answer himself. He tells him about the moment when time stopped passing and he saw the three options play out in his head. He mentioned the fact that each scenario showed him no more than a couple of seconds, and that he had no idea it would drain his opponent of his force powers, or lead to his death, but instead it simply looked the least violent option of the three. Menyoo follows his question with another, "Do you think the dark side tricked you?"

"I don't think so. I have no doubt it was a dark force power, it didn't feel like a Jedi power. But that doesn't mean it was malevolent either. One thing I have learned so far is that the dark side as we know it is not evil. At least, it doesn't start that way." Mill goes on to explain how the books he read describe the use of emotions as a tool. He juxtaposes it to the Jedi's insistence on removing all emotion in order to act entirely on reason alone. He describes the use of the dark force powers as emotionally draining, with a physically draining effect that follows. He then shares his hypothesis that the only reason the power is difficult to control is because he is not sure how to control his own emotions, which is entirely the fault of his Jedi training.

"Hmm…" Menyoo answers, thinking about what that could mean for him. Mill says back "Yes, hmm…" imitating Menyoo's mannerisms.

Menyoo thrusts his elbow into Mill, "I'm just thinking jerk."

Mill laughs but quiets down quickly, joining Menyoo in thought. Mill then says, "Okay, it is my turn for a question." Menyoo turns to him, then mimics with this hands Mill's earlier gesture to get Menyoo to start talking (unfortunately, Menyoo cannot replicate Mill's eyebrow lift on account of not having eyebrows.) Mill asks Menyoo, "So why is it you need to rekindle with the force? Like Yoda said, and I have seen. You are nearly cut off. You carry it with you in battle, but even then it's limited. How long has this been going on?"

Menyoo says back in a dismal tone, "Alright, I'll share, but I hope we have time for a story."