"You head to the med-bay, I'll be right over," Flint told Jolie when they departed the shuttle and got on their old ship. It was in a desolate field, where Alda and Evander dropped it.

Jolie nodded and went into the tiny room full off medical supplies. Their was a cutout in the wall to make a bed. She opened a few cabinets until she found a round container of bacta cream. She grabbed that along with gauze and bandages, then sat on one end of the bed. She had ripped up that awful cape to stop the bleeding in the large gashes, so she unwrapped those few spots. One large gash was on her right arm, and the other went from across her left cheek to her right eyebrow. She applied the cream, then a bandage, and wrapped it with gauze. She did that for a few other cuts on her arms that were large enough to get infected. The minor ones she left to heal in their own.

"Okay, we are now on course to Corascaunt," Flint walked in, still a little shaken from everything,"Are you feeling alright?"

Jolie looked up,"Yeah, just a few scrapes."

Flint walked over and looked at her arms. The glass had really done a job on them. "A few scrapes?" Jolie kept her hands on her lap and tried not to show the one bad cut. Flint noticed pretty quickly and he flipped her arm over,"Jolie. Why did you do that? I mean, the guards and the chase and jumping through glass? We're not being expected to shut down some complicated operation. You didn't have to do any of that"

She took her arm back. "And yet, I did." Her expression was cold as stone, like back with the guards,"I'm a Jedi, not a coward."

There was a long, awkward silence. Flint wasn't sure what to say to that. "Do you want any help?" 

"No thanks, the ship can't pilot itself for long." She cracked a small smile.

Flint got up and went back to the cockpit.

Once he left, she got up and went to the mirror between a set of cabinets. She looked at the gash on her face and saw she had some dried blood dripping down around it. She grimaced at the ugly look of it and cleaned it up with some soap and water, wincing a little at the sting. Next she rummaged through yet another cabinet and found some large bandaids, which she cut to fit the cut without covering her eyes. Repeating the same process as before, she applied the Bacta, bandage, and secured it with a bandaid. The black, almost skin like adhesive stretched from the bridge of her nose, then diagonally up through the middle of her left eyebrow.

"Good enough," she said to herself. Then she put the supplies back and went to her room to change.

"I could not waste another second in that awful excuse for clothing," she remarked as she sat down in the cockpit.

Flint laughed,"Do you mind taking over while I change?"

Jolie nodded,"Sure," And stood to take his place.

"It's not that hard, just-"

"-Seriously?" She interjected, a sharp glare pointed towards Flint.

His face went red and he awkwardly turned, then walked out to his room.

I wish people would stop treating me like I'm some child, Jolie thought to herself. I'm quiet, not helpless. She thought back to when she was little, shielded from the world by her teachers. She never trained normally, never socialized normally, just wasn't... normal. And she didn't know why.

She sensed Flint walk back in. "I'm sorry, I was just trying to help," he said, still looking embarrassed.

"Thanks, but I don't need it," Jolie said, getting up and going to her room down the hall to form a plan.

She sat down on her bed. I so wish I could just meditate now, she thought to herself, but duty calls. She closed her eyes and let herself be absorbed in her thoughts and strategies, hoping they could pull this off.

"They're lifting off soon, we need to hide someplace," Evander warmed Alda outside the flying death trap.

"I know. Any ideas?" They were pushing crates around to look busy, but could sense suspicion in the legitimate people here.

He was about to answer when someone walked up to them, a very rough looking Twi'lek man with one Lekku cut short, a hefty scar across it. He stood very close, his arms crossed in front of his large chest. "That's it, I'm calling wampa-shit on you two. You clearly aren't supposed to be here."

Alda spoke first,"How so?" She crossed her own arms, trying her best to seem cocky.

The man chuckled and pointed to his nose,"You don't smell bad. I mean that both figuratively and literally," his expression turned darker,"What do you want, some money? Part of the pay?"

"We want our fair share," Evander said with a stone cold face, but his voice wasn't as convincing.

He cackled,"You're not changing our minds. We're stubborn," he said with a smirk. Other members of the group, many different races, gathered around him. "What do we do with people who try and screw us over?" He asked loudly.

"Kaboom!" A tall, thin, Zygerrian said, making an explosion with his hands, an almost psychotic, toothy grin on his face.

"Let me show you to your ride home," he said with a devious look, then grabbed their shirt collars. He dragged them next to him and walked towards the armed ship. Then he threw them inside and they landed with a loud thud on the metal floor.

"Hope you got what you came for," the man said with that same smirk as he closed the ramp. Then the ship fired to life and took off towards its unsuspecting target.

"They made that much easier," Alda said, a smile on her face.

"I could've done without the crash landing though," Evander said as he felt his head for a giant bump or something.

Alda eagerly hopped up. "You get Flint to help you hardwired this piece of junk. I'll call the Council."

The more she though, the more her head hurt. Jolie was laying on her back on her bed, trying to think of a way her and Flint could help stop the ship. She could hear Flint giving instructions to Evander and Alda to take back control, but she had to think of something she could do. We are set to reach Corascaunt first, she thought to herself. So we can at least try and warn people, make sure the area is evacuated, she sighed in frustration, but the Jedi will have already done that. Ending on that frustrating note, and the fact that she could feel her other symptoms piling into her headache, she left her room and went to see what was happening. Hopefully contribute something.

"Is there a thin, green wire in that fuse box?"

"Flint, what the hell is a fuse box?" Evander asked over the Comm.

"It's the larger metal box to the side of the main computer," he replied casually.

After a few grunts and metal clashes, Evander replied,"Okay, got it. Yes there is a wire."

"Ok, that's an old trick to sabotage ships. Long story that we don't have time for. You're going to need to conduct the power going through that wire to another one."

"Can I just cut it?" He asked as if it were obvious.

"No no no!" Do not cut that. It'll start a chain reaction and you'll explode," Flint said, jumping forward with agitation in his voice.

"Okay!" Evander replied,"So how am I supposed to rewire this?"

"Do you have anything that can be a good conductor? Like a small piece of metal?" Flint asked.

"Let me go check, I'll be back," Evander said before running off to search.

Flint took that time to think about something other than that stupid ship. He could rewire something in his sleep, though he worried these criminals were much smarter than they thought. If they did something to the main computer, they were in trouble.

Jolie was still on his mind. The different side he saw in her that night. The powerful, fierceness she displayed. Single handedly taking out those guards and the others attending the ball. He couldn't forget that massive leap through the stained glass, and more importantly, the damage. She swore it was nothing, but he could sense she was, at the very least, stretching the truth. That was another conversation for another time.

Even though he had all these important observations in his brain, like Jolie's surprising adaptability, he couldn't help but be selfish about one thing. She didn't really dance with him.

"Alda do we have any metal?!" Evander yelled as he rummaged through every cabinet he could find.

"What do you even mean? We're flying in a giant piece of metal!" She yelled back from the cockpit.

"Ugh!" He grunted in frustration. There was nothing. Time was ticking and they only had a few hours left. The trip there took a day, but the trip back was in a more streamline Hyperspace Lane. Unfortunately for them.

"Evander?" He heard from his wrist comm.

"Yeah. Can't find anything." He replied.

"Are there any pieces on your saber? This is crucial." Flint said, desperation evident in his tone.

Evander glanced down at his belt. He wasn't even sure why he carried it anymore. They never used them. Unclipping the weapon, he  remembered back to when he built it. He did remember putting a conducting metal inside it to wire a special length adjuster to it. His master had shown him that. Reluctantly he took it apart, piece by piece, and found the stick of metal. "Got it."

"Carefully cut part of the coating off another wire. Use the one for utilities, it can handle the extra voltage without disrupting anything."

"Flint, I don't know about this,"Evander said as he began to cut.

"This is the only way you'll be able to do this in time. Did you cut it?"

"Yeah. Gonna try and conduct the power now." Evander cautiously held the curved piece of metal near the board. Carefully he put one end to the green wire and the other to the opening in the other wire. "Uh, is it supposed to be smoking?" He asked nervously.

"No. Are there sparks?" Flint asked.

Evander's eyes boggled, but of course Flint couldn't see that,"This thing is gonna blow!"

"Get away from the engine room and close the door!" Flint yelled to his friend.

Evander took off towards the cockpit, closing the door behind him. The explosion was minor, but the circuit board was beyond repair.

"Alda! The wire-" he stopped, seeing her frozen in her chair as she stared in front of her. "Alda?"

She turned, eyes wide with bewilderment,"The Council just called. They picked this ship up. They're almost positive it's heading for the Temple." She looked down,"And we can't do anything about it," she threw her hands up in frustration,"We can't rewire it, can't diffuse the bombs, and I've tried every code I know to take back control!"

"At this point, you're right," he sat down next to her,"But Flint and Jolie will."

It was like she didn't near him. "Eve, what if we die here?"

He was silent for a moment, but then put a hand on hers, taking a rare, serious tone. "Everything will work out okay."

"And if it doesn't?"

He smiled,"Then I can't think of a better person to die next to," he then chuckled a little bit,"But I promise, we will not be taken down by some dumbass pirates."