The trip was rather uneventful. Dianna was a bit colder than before, obviously still lingering on the issues she was having. Trychon's insistence that they only talked about her behind her back a 'little' didn't seem to help much, nor did his assurance that it was 'mostly good'.
While Dianna kept to herself, Trychon and Raezyr continued their usual activities. They spent a healthy amount of time sparring, but less than they normally would. Raezyr was helping Trychon with his meditation techniques. He was keeping his gem with him all of the time now, and was meditating on it a few times a day... but had yet to learn anything about its use.
When Raezyr wasn't helping Trychon with his meditations, he was getting to work on a few sparring lightsabers. He didn't have everything he needed to get them done, but it was therapeutic to an extent. Since their sparring sabers were essentially going to be the same as regular ones, Raezyr explained most of the process to Trychon. Sometimes, he'd work on them while Trychon was in a meditative trance, and he would still continue to talk as he worked.
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Days later, they all sat in the cockpit in their usual spots, preparing for their exit from hyperspace.
As they lines of space resolved into points, the three of them worked in conjunction. Raezyr spoke first. "All systems reporting in at functional levels or better. The repairs seem to have taken well."
"Same on my end." Dianna added.
"Computer's still bogged, but nominal beyond that. Nothing to report." Trychon said.
They waited a few minutes more, but nothing changed.
"We're pulling in towards the Planet. Nearly ready to pick a preliminary orbit." Raezyr commented as he adjusted their path.
"Ok then. I'm going to go ahead and see if I can't make preliminary contact with... our contact." Dianna said, as she pushed some buttons and prepared to comm.
As she did, Trychon's datapad beeped.
"Uh-oh." Was all he said.
"What Uh-oh? Was that the mysterious program? I have a bad feeling about this..." Raezyr had left his seat and was over Trychon's shoulder.
"Yeah... the program transmitted right as Dianna hit the comm. Clever. Wouldn't have caught it if it wasn't being monitored. I'm deleting the program now. We have a good guess as to what the point of it was. I don't know what it transmitted, or to whom... but I could guess."
"What's your guess?" Dianna looked concerned with good reason.
"Are you serious? What sort of short transmission would YOU have someone else's ship send out? It just told someone where we are and what way we're headed." Dianna hadn't seen Trychon this serious before. "Now, at the risk of stepping on somebody's toes as far as the mission or the ship... I strongly suggest we get out of here for now."
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