Aeris slowly prepared the ship to leave and then, when ready, she slowly brought the ship into the air. She didn't want to, as she could feel that the others had not yet left, but she had stalled as long as she could. She had to trust that they would be able to handle themselves and that they would make it off in time. She the ship took to the sky, she could see the mist forming below, creeping over the planet and slowly sucking the life out of everything.<br/><br/>Trees withered and died as the mist touched them, animal fled, but slowly grew weaker as the life drained from them, until they could no longer run and were overtaken. She felt anger building inside of her, but she forced it down. It would do her no good now. But she would never forget this sight, nor the feeling it brought. She would always remember it, and it would fuel her desire to defeat the Sith, just as the deaths fuel his power.<br/><br/>Without a word, she slowly brought them higher and higher, trying not to look back down at the horrible sight below, the death and destruction he was always bringing. "Circle the planet once before your jump to hyperspace," the gravelly voice commanded, and Aeris did as she was told. She was in little position to refuse, and it would give her a better idea of whether or not the others managed to make it out alive before the planet was completely dead.<br/><br/>She could still feel them on the surface, where they had landed. They were taking the Sith ship, she guessed, it was closer, so it made sense. But it was also old, and she gathered by the fact that they had yet to take off, that its age was causing a problem. She could only hope that it was not a problem that would result in their deaths.<br/><br/>From the corner of her eye, she could see Darth Devorer standing over her shoulder, looking out at the dying world, no doubt enjoying not only the revitalizing feeling that the power he was gaining brought, but the sight of the destruction he was causing. There was a wicked grin on his face, which now seemed more whole than it had even moments before. Truly, the death of this planet was making him whole again. She cursed this, as it would make their future fight against him all the more difficult, but there was nothing she could do to stop it.<br/><br/>Oddly enough, she felt herself growing stronger as he did. Was he giving her another taste of his power? Or was it the mist that was giving her this strength? A glance at him told her nothing. If he was giving it to her, he was not gloating in it, as she might have expected. And if some of the power was being siphoned to her, he seemed not to have noticed. She found this altogether strange, but nevertheless, she would accept, for the moment, whatever strength she gained. She would have to be careful, though. Regardless of whether it was by his command or not, this power came of death and darkness. It was the Dark side, and it came with a price that she was not truly willing to pay. She must ensure that she did not pay a greater price by allowing it to corrupt her.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>Jax didn't complain when Dren ignored him, taking a seat in the pilot's chair and preparing the ship to leave. He brought Saila aboard and placed her on a small cot, covering her with a blanket even as Dren asked if there was a trick to this ship. "It's old, but there isn't a trick," he replied, although it hardly mattered, as Dren quickly found the problem. It was a leak in the stabilizing coupler. Great, Just what they needed.<br/><br/>As other Jedi, Dren evidently knew the basics of ship repair, and he wasted no time in getting up and leaving the ship, telling Jax that he would fix it. Jax frowned, not at Dren, but at the situation. The timing of this could not have been worse. He could feel the Dark side growing stronger, and drawing closer. It was devouring this planet, and soon, it would devour them right along with it.<br/><br/>He cursed to himself as he took the pilot's chair and got ready to start the ship the moment Dren gave the word. He heard the ship fly above and guessed that it must be Darth Devorer. He was preparing to leave, which meant that they were very quickly running out of time. He slowly grew impatient, but his previous Jedi training allowed him to remain calm enough to keep himself for yelling at Dren to hurry. He was out there, no doubt he could see the devastation that drew ever closer. He knew the danger, and that he must hurry, or they would all die.<br/><br/>Just as the mist began to draw uncomfortably close, he heard Dren yet for him to start it up. Odd, that the Jedi would trust him not to leave him. But then, he hardly had much choice at the moment, so he doubted it was true trust. Nevertheless, he did as he was told, giving it one try, and then another. It failed the first time, seeming to start before dying, but the second time it worked and the engine roared to life.<br/><br/>"It worked! Now get in and let's go!" he hollered back to the Jedi. The mist was nearly upon them, and the moment the Jedi was inside, he slammed the button to close the door and took them up off the ground. The ship shook and rattled, but it moved nonetheless, and below, as they lifted off the ground, he could see the mist quickly overtake the position they had held moments before. "That was uncomfortably close," he spoke more to himself than to Dren as he pulled the ship up and prepared to leave atmosphere and jump to hyperspace.<br/><br/>"Let's get out of here before we die along with this planet," he pulled the ship up, climbing higher and higher, ignoring the annoying shaking as they began to pass through the planet's atmosphere.Once out, he looked down, seeing that the planet was now engulfed in the dark mist. Nothing else could be seen. He wondered if this would be the fate of the galaxy, but for now, he hadn't the time to wonder. "So, where are we going?" he asked Dren, wanting to get out of here as soon as possible.