Jek smiled at Jax, looking up into familiar blue eyes “Life has been good. The Council has been keeping me busy.” He said, tucking his hands into his sleeves. He had been about to ask how his old friend had been doing when one of the Jedi Council had stepped out to call them both within the Council chambers. He shared a look with him before following him after him inside to face those members who were there. Half of the council itself was busy, with the war, so only about half of them appeared to be there to speak with them. He bowed partially to the Jedi Masters and stood shoulder to partial shoulder in the center with his old friend. He was very calmly despite the information they had just been provided. He understood the concern that was voiced, but he took in a slow and steady breath before speaking. “Are we to act like we’ve left the Jedi and join the Sith as Acolytes? Or are we to leave our lightsabers and robes here to set out as Force Sensitive soldiers seeking to join Revan?” he asked, not as surprised by the dangerous mission as Jax. The Council acted out the will of the Force, the Force had chosen them for this so he would not argue or voice concern despite that little bit of fear that was there. They would have no means of back up, it would only be the two of them and their own abilities.<br/><br/>The subtle language of Shyriiwook came to his ears and he turned to look at one of the only Wookie’s of the order. She informed them that they would be able to take their lightsabers if they so wished, but they were not to go as Jedi, and they could not pass for Force Sensitives as their level of knowledge was far too advanced. They had a choice, to go as soldiers who turned their back on the Force, or as Jedi who had abandoned the Order and sought the safety of Revan’s Empire. Jek couldn’t believe they were given the choice, so he took a moment and was silent as he looked down over his folded arms before looking at Jax “I believe we should hide out lightsabers amongst our gear and go as Soldiers who have abandoned the Force. What do you feel we should do?” he asked him. He voiced one more thing before he got his answer “If we go as Jedi seeking to join the dark side, I fear we will not be able to avoid the Dark Jedi or use of dark force power. We’d be more equipped to hide amongst the common rabble and perhaps gain access to one of the star ships transporting these Force Sensitives. We could then perhaps, save them and guide them to the light side of the force.” He added, his brown eyes imploring Jax to agree.<br/><br/>“You must go together, or not at all. Two are vital, and the Force had connected you two together once. A subtle bond such as you have could be what leads this mission to succeed or fail.” The voice of the Miraluka who had brought them in had said, drawing Jek’s attention. “Is there truly no way for this to be done alone? If the information is so vital then can I not go alone? If Jax does not wish to do this, I will let the Force guide me. I agree to go.” He said, squaring his shoulders and standing to his full height. He hoped that he would not lose this mission. The Force was strongly telling him he needed to go, that a vital life changing thing was awaiting him. When at last his old friend agreed to the mission, they were given more details on how and where they would go to begin infiltrating the Sith. A requirement site on small planet of the Middle Rim. Then they were dismissed. Jek bowed lower than when he arrived and turned to leave pushing open the door manually as he led the way out.<br/><br/>****<br/><br/>An-Lok took to sitting on the command deck, watching the stars as she sat in a chair and kept her boots kicked up on the back of the panel. She would clean and pick at her nails, torment the imperials doing readings so they got in trouble from their commander. No one was going to say the Sith Lord was at fault for fear of what she may do to them. She could only laugh at them, winking at them as she stayed there. When a majority of the crew had gone to get rest and the smaller crew was on the deck, An-Lok would close her eyes and mediate. It kept the dark side from fully tainting her looks. Her eyes had always been golden and warm, now were just gold. At least they hadn’t turned more yellow. She would not admit it aloud, but she mediated to keep her connection to the force, to keep from turning grey. Her tips stayed dark like the veins around her neck and eyes, and that was where it stayed. During her mediation An-Lok fell asleep, she was in the middle of a dream about the first battle in the war she had been a part of. It had been a particularly violent battle, her first taste of the dark side. She was washed over by fear and lashed out when a hand touched her shoulder, waking her up. She had drawn her lightsaber and sliced the offending hand off of the poor soldier. Glaring darkly at the Commander, she kicked the soldier from his kneeling position down.<br/><br/>“Get me to the nearest port or you will lose more soldiers.” She told him and with the click of her boots, stopped away on the metal floor. She made her way from the bridge, down to the cargo hold where she had made a space for herself away from people. She kicked open her trunk of things, very few items inside and drawing out a towel then set off for the showers on the deck above. She needed to relax, it took a few hours, but then after she had dressed, waited for their arrival in the cargo hold. As soon as they arrived, she was off stalking towards the Cantina intent on having a strong drink. She had stopped paying attention to pulls in the force, and that it had set her up to be exactly were she was needed to be.