When Elesei approached the group of Jedi, the three Padawans immediately hushed first, before relaxing at seeing how she was dressed.  The female Jedi smiled knowingly, and gave a slight nod of her head to Elesei.  The Padawns were the first to answer her question.<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.gyazo.com/02f772591a7ce9662c4f66665e00437f.jpg)</div><em>-"I greet you fellow survivor...  No, not yet.  I am Padawan Gil Dynstern, and what galls me is that we had a perfectly good ship before and we gave it up...  A training cruiser, just back from a field trip to Ilulm with these Younglings.  But now it's in an accursed Imperial impound!"</em><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.gyazo.com/5d8fc1f08fc7e5be628d21c6f2e070de.jpg)</div><em>--"Welcome sister.  Please excuse our frazzled nerves.  It's good to see another survivor.  I'm Rose, Rose Zenchrans, a Padawan from the Tython Temple originally.  You've met Gil, and the other fellow with us is Padawan Lear Haitis, originally from the Almas Academy.  Is your Master with you, by chance?  Did anyone else survive with you?"</em><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.gyazo.com/47293652d4a9c2b1a58ec2210f13d8c4.jpg)</div><em>---"Hey there, I'm Lear.  Gil, the training ship was too easy to recognize, and we would be caught in it before even leaving the system.  It has Jedi markings all over it.  It's a shame we had to abandon it, but we're better off I think.  And Master Quomo here says she's secured a transport off-world, one that she plans to take to rendezvous with other Jedi survivors.  We just have to be patient and wait for it to arrive. It's due tomorrow morning at Docking Platform Zero-Nine-Alpha...  You should join us." </em><br/><br/><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3FtyOgP393k/V5g3tUTpRFI/AAAAAAAADNk/vlQSOImV0AwyDJdKWSryn32yFD836_wsgCLcB/s1600/doctorstrange03.jpg)</div>The Jedi woman finally spoke up.  Addressing Elesei with an indulgent smile, she kept her voice low, measured, and tempered with a steady disciplined tone.<br/><br/>"The transport, the Ebony Flight, arrives tomorrow morning, yes.  But it won't be ready to leave again until later that evening.  I am Master Quomo, of the Archivists.  You are most welcome to share our meager berths my child, join us back here and we'll travel to the Docking platform and make our escape together.  We'll be safely taken out of the system, and rendezvous with my contact in a safe location, where we'll meet the other Jedi."<br/>-------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Aria was filled with melancholy, guilt, and regret.  The feelings crushing her spirit are difficult to deny, much less shake off.  But when she hears a little voice inside of her thoughts speak, it's even harder to work up the will to try.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Dimra's Voice</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em><br/>"The Dark Side of the Force envelops those children like a shroud, covering them in darkness and pain from which there is no escape.  It is surrounding them, closing off all avenues, trapping them.  They will die soon.  And so too will all whom travel with them.  Their fate is sealed.  Leave them to it, my apprentice.  You cannot help them.  They are doomed."<br/></em><br/><br/>Aria's attunement to The Force gives her a prescient moment.  She sees darkness, flashes of red light, the hum of a lightsaber blade, and a chilling and monotonous pattern of sound...  A rasping, mechanical breathing, regular and growing louder, impending and inescapable in slow measured approach. </div></div><br/>-------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Watching Elesei's back, there was little threat inside the Speakeasy that Mei could see.  Everyone seemed to be ignoring the not-so-little group of Jedi gathering, pretending to not see notice or see them, for plausible deniability later on, she'd presume.<br/><br/>But she would notice that little droid, hovering still inside its alcove space.  Its sensors were zoomed in upon the jedi, most noticeably regarding Elesei now that she joined them in conversation.  A small arm had emerged from within its housing, resembling a small dish at the end of a probe, aimed at Elesei and the Jedi.  A recording boom sensor of some sort...?<br/><br/>-------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.gyazo.com/5e6ddf2840c2ba963b02641172be4772.jpg)</div>Teslo took a second glance at the fellow in conversation with him.  The speaker smiled wanly.<br/><br/><em>"My name is Kumon.  And my story is neither unique nor interesting.  But suffice to say, I am a hunter, a bounty hunter.  I make no excuses nor am I ashamed of my profession, for it is a necessary and practical one.  But by your words, I assume you were once responsible for someone quite similiar to those children over there?  You have my sympathies.  Perhaps it's best that you cut loose and relieved yourself of such burdens.  You'd have only found trouble and pain for your good intentions.  But what do you intend to do now?  Seek your passage off-world?  Do you have work?  Credits?  It's best to have a plan for such exigent cinrcumstances..."</em><br/>