Epilogue
Todan helped Zeek into the Gut Buster and Kam followed.
"Hey," he said to Krison. "Did you find her?"
The young pilot nodded and looked at his datapad. "She's in the hold. A TransAmp 1800. Registration number: T5973N4311086?"
Kam smiled, "That's her, alright. And you can just call her the Twilight Trekker."
Jyo was awake now, but unable to talk. Most of his face had been bandaged, and he lay very still in the bed of a small medical room on board. Salah made sure that he was as comfortable as possible before heading up front and preparing to leave for home. As she joined the others in the cockpit, she asked, "Where's Cordell?"
"We left him in restraints and put him in room 3A." Todan answered, an eye patch covering his left eye.
"I still find it strange that he doesn't recall any of what he did." Salah mused.
"Can we think about that after we get home?" Todan complained rubbing his head. "I've got the worst headache."
Zeek shook his head and said, "I just remembered something. What about the Jedi Starfighter Cordell used to get here? Shouldn't we take that back with us too? If there's room in the hold for it that is."
Krison nodded. "There's more than enough left for a little starfighter. I'll scan the outskirts for its location."
After several second, Krison spoke again. "That's funny."
"Then how come I'm not laughing?" Todan said from the acceleration couch.
"TODAN!!!"
"What?!"
Krison ignored him and said that he could not find the Jedi Starfighter anywhere. "It is possible that someone stole it."
"I know who took it."
Everyone looked at Salah. "Who?" They asked in unison.
"It was Denz."