Captain Tylen Rhezzik's freighter and the Republic ship Reliance docked after a short jump by the smaller ship from the Bissian planet to the outer edge of the planet's system. The crew, its prisoners and possible asylum seekers were taken into custody by the Republic naval crewmembers and debriefed. 

  After consultation with the GAR leadership and Jedi Council, they compensated the Bissian pilot for his efforts, and settled on a contract to transport the darkside artifact, the Jedi, K1T1 and the Bith and Chadra-fan asylum seekers to the Republic Naval Station orbiting Chandrilla. Jedi Master Oppo Rancisis    and his Chiss Padawan were dispatched to receive the artifact, to study it in detail before bringing it to the Jedi Temple. 

  The clone troopers, and Kalyx were ordered to depart with the Reliance crew for Cato Nemoidia to join in the battle, as per the original orders. The two prisoners were sent with the Reliance to be transferred with other CIS prisoners of war to the battle group's prisoner transport ship in the Nemoidian system. 

  After several days Shrieking Acklay and its assorted passengers arrived and docked at the Naval Station orbital platform, over the busy planet of Chandrilla in the Core Worlds region.
 

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OOC: You received the location to meet up with the Jedi Master by comm message, and your datapad has access to the station maps, and the comm code for Master Rancissis. You can say your goodbye's to the captain, Kalyx before you left, or anything you might want to the two asylum seekers. Its up to you if you want to add that dialogue.

Den gives a half-hearted farewell to the captain, Kalyx, and the soldiers. The death of Jini is a heavy weight on the padawan's shoulders as they are slumped, as they had been for virtually the entire trip. He wishes the asylum seekers good luck as well, giving them a sad smile before he exits with the others.

Knowing that a new mission is ahead for the padawans, he looks to the others. "How are you holding up?" He asks, his eyes more or less transfixed at a point in front of his feet.

Raana has spent her days trying not to think about the death of her master, still so real for her even if it had been more than a week since he fell. Since the general had kept her unconscious, presumably to keep her from using her Jedi powers, such as they are, to escape, she hasn't had time to mourn him properly. With the other Padawans in a similar shape, she finds comfort in talking. She tells them stories of the Ithorian Jedi Master Lum Edom, and some of them share stories about their time with Jini.

She tries to remind herself that her master, just like Jini, is now one with the Force, and not gone forever, like she feels when alone in her bunk at night, trying to sleep. To keep herself busy she tries to get the other Padawans to train with her, in meditation, simple uses of the Force, unarmed combat and even lightsaber sparring. This way the journey to Chandrilla doesn't feel as long.

Raana also spends a little time with the two asylum seekers, trying to find out what they want to do now that they are under the protection of the Republic. She is especially interested in finding out about their families, and if it is even possible to help them reunite, in Republic space. After all, they might be at war with the Separatists, but people still travel between planets with little restrictions, unless those planets are strategically important, somehow. Campaigns in space are different. The distances are vast, the planets almost uncountable and there are no fixed lines to cross.

When the ship docks at the orbital station at Chandrilla Raana has already gathered her very meager belongings, all of which she can keep in her pouches of her belt, or hanging from it. As the Padawans assemble, Den asks them how they are holding up. "We need to move on. What happened to my master and to Jini was terrible, but we are at war. People die. We need to take comfort in the fact that they have rejoined the Force and make sure their sacrifices weren't for nothing," she says, putting on a brave face. To her it feels almost like she's parroting something some Jedi Master might have said to her at some point in her life, not like something she's feeling at the moment, but putting on a brave face is the first step.

   K1 spent most of the time on their way to the Naval Station quietly, speaking only when asked something directly or otherwise when someone needed information about the mission that they'd just undertaken. She spent time with the Republic Naval crew as they questioned her about what had happened on the planet, and took a recording of what she'd experienced there, from the moment that they'd touched down on the planet to their final departure. The 3P0 model had spoken matter-of-factly about the death of the Jedi, recounting the details of Master Relllri's courage and sacrifice in a fashion that was completely devoid of the emotion that the others had shown.

   The Droid simply watched the others on the trip to Chandrilla, seeing how they expressed themselves in various ways with regards to the loss of their Master. She'd heard DeFenn mention that Rellri was one with the Force now - an idea that had been difficult to comprehend logically. K1 had never witnessed such a thing before and found the matter a bit outside of the rational world she was used to experiencing. She didn't discount the possibility - she just hadn't seen anything like that before.

  She followed the others at her own pace, not wishing to disturb the young Padawans (a thought occurred in her mind - were the young proto-Jedi no longer Padawans now, with the experience they had gained? Such an ordeal might have permitted them to progress to whatever was the next level and it such an experience might permit them to acquire skills that would serve them in their progression as Jedi.)

  Another thought also occurred to the Protocol Droid - with the passing of their Teacher, was she still needed? K1. She had been assigned to the Jedi Master with the instructions that she would be a learning tool as well as an information store for the young Jedi. With the loss of Master Rellri, there was the question if her services were still needed, or if she might be assigned somewhere else ... Something that would have to be addressed when (or if) a new teacher came to them.

Since the death of Jini Relliri, the miraluka had been quite withdrawn.  If the others didn't know better from feeling his scream of pain through the Force, it would be likely to think that he simply lacked the emotions expected from normal emotional connections with others.  However, as the days passed, it became readily apparent that there was something wrong with Tarrin.  The Padawan tended to miss meals with the others, and if he did make an appearance, he barely ate.  When he did, it was in a manner so robotic, his motions were reminiscent of K1.  He made an effort to comfort the prisoners who had followed his advice to help them because he felt responsible for their fates, but most of his time was spent alone in his room.

There was something comforting about the dark corner of his room.  He frequently rested his back against the wall there and kept the hood of his vest down over his head to block out what little light was around.  The darkness was warm and enveloping, like the embrace of a comforting blanket.  It allowed him to block out the world--at least in a tactile sense.  Closing eye sockets did not make a difference to his Force Sight.  If death like this was what was expected of them during the War, then Tarrin could understand why there was a rather large faction of the Jedi Order opposed to the participation of Jedi in this conflict.  The feeling of pain and loss of a person close to oneself cut down before their time was bad enough, but the guilt of being the one they sacrificed themselves for was too much.  What he wouldn't have given to rewind time.  To have been able to pull back the Jedi Knight and Charlie.  How much power was necessary to be able to defend everyone?  And just how far was he willing to go to obtain something like that?

After saying his lackluster farewells to Kalyx and the others that were leaving on their own mission, the miraluka kept that same demeanor as he accepted the next task alongside Den and Raana.  His thoughts were not on the mission at all, still in his quiet, contemplative state.  The Twi'lek's words rang rather hollow in his ears.  That was something that a Jedi Master would say to be sure, but did that not devalue Jini's life in being so callous as to say that "we are at war and people die?"  A mixture of anger and sadness welled up in Tarrin's stomach, and after holding it for a few moments, he let it dissipate.  If he was who he was before the events previously, he would not have even held it at all.  Holding the emotions however briefly he did felt...good.  Like they gave some value to the life of their friend.  That she was important enough to have touched them this way.

As his synth-leather booted feet echoed down the metal hallway along with the other two Padawan, it was becoming increasingly apparent that something about the miraluka had changed.  Gone was the forthright, bon viviant attitude that had served them so well in the battle against the Separatists earlier.  It was replaced by a sense of thoughtfulness and quiet contemplation.  Constant analysis.  Tarrin had changed in a rather drastic sense.