After Jek assured him that he was comfortable with the controls and had no questions, Jax gave a nod,<span style="font-style: italic">“Alright. Shall we be on our way, then?”</span>he asked.<span style="font-style: italic">“You can go ahead and put us back on course,”</span>he offered, wanting to give the other Jedi as many chances to practice as possible.<span style="font-style: italic">“Yes, I’m sure we can practice again,”</span>he assured him, already thinking of ways and times when he may be able to practice before they reached their destination, as well as other things he wished to teach him. He rather enjoyed flying. In another life, perhaps he might have been a pilot.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">“Of course,”</span>he replied as Jek excused himself to take his cloak and the book back to his quarters. Meanwhile, Jax refocused his mind on the mission ahead of them. It would still take a little time before they would reach the coordinates they had been given by the Council, but there was much to consider in that time. He looked up again when Jek returned and took a seat in the copilot’s chair once again, turning the conversation to the mission.<br/><br/>Jax considered the question posed by the other Jedi and the implications it held.<span style="font-style: italic">“I’m not sure it is a question of if, but when we find them,”</span>he replied, a contemplative look on his face. He could feel the questions his friend had through their bond, even if he had not asked them.<span style="font-style: italic">“I do not know,”</span>he answered honestly,<span style="font-style: italic">“Perhaps it will depend on the situation,”</span>he suggested. After all, there was no point in freeing those who did not wish to be freed, nor was there a guarantee that they could turn them to the side of the Jedi, and attempting either of those things would risk blowing their cover and put their entire mission in danger.<br/><br/>He did share the sentiment, though. It seemed wrong to simply allow them to join the Sith without even trying to sway them otherwise. Yet, to compromise their entire mission and risk the failing to uncover the information that they were looking for to save a few from darkness was strategically unwise. A few Force Sensitives, especially untrained, were unlikely to truly turn the tide of the war. If they failed to uncover the plan and whatever scheme the Sith had cooked up succeeded, they very well may risk the Jedi—the galaxy as they knew it—falling to the Sith. It was not an easy choice to make. Whatever they did, they would have to be careful and make their moves wisely, otherwise they could risk failing on both fronts.<br/><br/>--------------------------------------------<br/><br/>As she helped her friend to the infirmary, Aeris tried to focus on the task at hand, banishing her emotions, at least to an extent. It was ironic, she though, that when she had been a Jedi, she had struggled with controlling her emotions, yet as a Sith, she had more control over her emotions than she had ever had. Well, the restless feeling aside, anyways. “I know,” she replied softly when An-Lok admitted that she wished Jax had kissed her. She briefly wondered what had happened between them when they had slipped away, but she didn’t ask. For now, they could both use a break from this train of thought, and these emotions.<br/><br/>“Well, aren’t we quite the dysfunctional pair,” she chuckled in response. “Alright, how about we just compromise to a bottle?” she laughed, feeling some of her pain, apprehension, and restlessness easing as they joked while making their slow trek to the infirmary. She tried to hold on to this, to push any thoughts of what might have been from her mind. It didn’t do well to dwell on things you couldn’t change; a sentiment that was easy to believe but difficult to follow through on.<br/><br/>As they reached the infirmary, she helped An onto the bed and then found some supplies to clean what remained of the wound before wrapping it. She gave a wry smile at the words offered by her friend, suggesting that she would have made a good healer. “Perhaps in another life. In this one, it seems, I’m more suited to be a killer,” she replied, trying to keep the edge out of her words, not wanting to seem so sullen. “There you go,” she said as she finished wrapping the foot and securing the wrap that it would stay in place.<br/><br/>She chuckled once more at the other woman’s comment about having extra boots. “Yes, having extras of pretty much everything is a necessity in our line of work. I’ve lost many a good shoe, and too many tunics to count to blasters, sabers, and even a couple to much less impressive foes than those,” she laughed lightly. “Absolutely. Let’s do it,” she grinned when An suggested that they go drink.<br/><br/>She followed after the other woman as she left the infirmary, moving to walk next to her, matching her pace. She had a good idea of the layout of the ship now, so she was confident enough to not have to follow behind her as they headed back to her bunk. Once they arrived, she offered to retrieve the alcohol and glasses if An could point her in the right direction. After this, she found herself a seat and dropped down into it, feeling pretty tired after the rather eventful day.<br/><br/>“To us,” she offered a toast, clinking her glass against the other. She then relaxed in her seat and resisted downing her entire first glass of the strong liquid in one go, instead pacing herself and only drinking half of it at once. “Yep, I think I’m going to need a lot of this,” she commented, whether to herself or to An, with a somewhat weary smile before downing the remaining liquid and moving to pour herself another, making a mental note to pace herself a little better on the next round.