Tiems

Once Pasbe had finally reached the outskirts of Tiems City, he smiled a bitter grin. He was able to hear people stirring within the city. Children were already rushing around in the morning sun and calling for their friends. He kept his gaze steadily on the transport that had quite obviously seen better days. It was dented from asteroids, scorched with blaster marks, and the original paint was badly faded.

Standing on the top of the ship's ramp was a rather impatient looking man. "Come along, Master Jedi, we don't have all day!"

Pasbe lengthened his stride and was able to reach the vessel in short order. "My apologies," the man said simply as he began to climb the ramp. Pasbe's contact just shrugged and disappeared back into the ship. The Jedi looked back over the landscape for what he hoped was not the last time. Part of him hoped that Icarus would rush out and he would have one last chance to say goodbye. It wasn't meant to be though, and Pasbe entered into the ship and slapped the button to raise the ramp.

The contact called back from the cockpit, "Make yourself comfortable! It's going to be a long ride!"

With that, Pasbe wandered back to an empty bunk area and sat down on the floor. He wasn't tired after a long night's sleep, so he decided to simply meditate. Even as he began to reach out to the Force and hear the rushing of its mighty river, he felt the ship take off and reach for the stars. After a few moments, he was completely immersed in meditating upon the Force; so much so that he didn't even realize when the ship entered hyperspace.