Skye turned to Connmar looking at him. "How do you know they don't already know? Those bonds are meant for love interests not family. Jorgan is my adopted son and the Jedi Council which I am a member as you very well know is okay with this fact." He looked at Jorgan who had crawled into the piilot seat. "Oh no I don't think so, Mister. Last time I let you fly I ended up spacesick for 3 days." Jorgan pouted looking at Skye with a puppy dog face. "Pwease? Pretty pwease, Master? I need to practice!" Skye sighed heavily and glanced at Connmar apologetically. "Fine... you can pilot but I will make you suffer if I get spacesick again." Jorgan grinned cockily and saluted his Master before strapping in and flying speeding away towards town. He flew fast and straight which was about all anyone could expect. He flew through the gate coming to a stop in an appropriate spot. He then parked it and got out alongside Skye and Connmar and headed in the direction of the Mayor's Office.