Val-EL went up to the cockpit and checked the auto-pilot computers and sighed as he sat down and double checked everything. "How has the flight been going 'Tee-Jay'?" he asked the LE-series repair droid that was still sitting in the pilot's accelleration couch.<br/><br/>"I am good Val-EL," the droid replied as he looked over at his long time ally and friend. "I just wish that I wasn't having to look over this data... It's not good. The War is starting to change, the Seperatists are completely routed and on the run on more than one front. Their attempt to kidnap the Supreme Chancellor failed to turn the tide. They used everything they had. Masters Kenobi and Skywalker has broken them. Lord Kitgard was killed. You are no longer the only Jedi in modern times to kill a Sith Lord now."<br/><br/>"Thank God," Val-EL said softly.<br/><br/>"Don't let the other Jedi hear you say that," he said looking at Val-EL. "You know how they feel about beliefs that run counter to their set dogma."<br/><br/>"Believe me," he said as he stood up and started to leave the cockpit. "I know."<br/><br/>He walked to the back of the flight deck and activated the chime on Terra's room before walking in. "Terra," he said looking at her, and admired how lovely she looked wearing the Tapani noblewoman's sleepwear for a second. "I just remembered something you'll need to know..."<br/><br/>"You'll need to.." he said licking his lips as he tried to stay focused on her eyes, but kept admiring how the black thong and stockings made her legs look so long and amazing. "We will need to start working on your accent. We will be speaking either in High Galactic or Old High Galactic from here on out. When we have to have secured communications in public we'll use Old Galactic. Even when we are onboard the ship."