When Mei brought up the idea of buying a ship themselves, it sounded reasonable.  But the market determined the buyer's price, and right now, the market on even marginally usable ships was quite tight.  Used ships were likeliest to be sold with the least amount of paperwork and hassle, probably under the table.  But they were also cheapest and most likely to have already been sold.  Whether or not there were any left on Coruscant to be found was a mystery.  New ships direct from a dealer were more likely to be obtainable, but also more demanding on identification, registry, and filing the information on the sale with Imperial officials.<br/><br/>-------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Elesei's suggestion of leaving earlier made the Padawan's stop and think.  There were a few moments of silence, as they considered what she had to say.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.gyazo.com/02f772591a7ce9662c4f66665e00437f.jpg)</div><em>-"Maybe she's right...  Waiting even an extra day, it's only going to increase the difficulty of getting off-world without being noticed.  Every hour we spend here, is another chance that someone notices us and reports where we are to the authorities."</em><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.gyazo.com/5d8fc1f08fc7e5be628d21c6f2e070de.jpg)</div><em>--"No....   No....  We must trust in the Force.  Patience and mindfulness is what will get us out of these circumstances.  If we act hastily, with emotion, under fear, we'll open ourselves up to the Dark Side of the Force, and its influence.  We'll make mistakes.  We have a plan, we should stick to it."</em><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.gyazo.com/47293652d4a9c2b1a58ec2210f13d8c4.jpg)</div><em>---"I don't know...  I feel the shroud of the Dark Side has already moved all around us, blinded us to the possibility of the Clones betryaing us, to the dangers that nearly killed the entire Order.  But at the same time, I agree that acting with haste would be a mistake.  But I'm open to listening to a well-thought out plan.  What is YOUR plan, Elesei?" </em><br/><br/><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3FtyOgP393k/V5g3tUTpRFI/AAAAAAAADNk/vlQSOImV0AwyDJdKWSryn32yFD836_wsgCLcB/s1600/doctorstrange03.jpg)</div>Master Quomo reassured Elesei with a minor gesture, raising her hand up as if to quietly call for order and silence.<br/><br/>"Our transport is already on its way.  My contact as well, will be waiting for us.  Rest assured my child, we will be quite safe.  For I trust not only in the Force, but in the skill and cunning of one of our greatest Knights, for none other than Commander Skywalker will be there to meet us and take us to our final destination.  We will stick to our plan, and place our fate in Skywalker's hands."<br/><br/>"Greetings to you Tikva Sia.  You are most welcome and your offer is very much appreciated.  I'd be grateful if you join our company, and lend your skills to my group of Padawans here, in securing the safety and orderly evacuation of these Younglings here.  The more calm heads I can rely upon, the better I shall feel about our prospects."<br/><br/>The eight sleeping Younglings restlessly turned on their sides, yawning and rubbing their eyes sleepily, exhausted and barely conscious still, as their elders discussed their fate in hushed whispers around them.  They were just children, but they were the hope of the Jedi Order, and what would become of that hope was in danger of being completely extinguished in the near future.  It was painfully obvious to all who observed the group of children; Teslo, Aria, Elesei, and Tikva; this was moment of vergence in the Force.  Whether they died or grew to adulthood, would be determined with the decisions made here and now.<br/><br/>-------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2421/3792016935_0b4d56e157_o.jpg)</div>The little droid in the far alcove was still listening in, its boom sensor still extended towards the Jedi group.  But its optical sensors seemed to droop and dim in almost human-like sympathy as it eavesdropped, and it turned its attention deeper into the alcove once, as if changing the point of its attention momentarily.  Several small beeps and chirps emitted from its audiovox speakers, and it ducked down it's head-shielding as if reprimanded, almost to the point of covering its optics entirely under its main shell-plating.  Returning its attention to the Jedi, it shook its head-shield from side to side almost imperceptibly, as if resigned to some course of action.