"Good idea, yeah. Tim'll be here too but he wants the cockpit locked for the trip, I hope that won't be a problem?"

"...It seems eminently reasonable to me."

"I thought so too. My cabin and Daisy and Nine's," she nods indicatively, "will be locked up too, but both spares are open if you want to set up in the second one."

(It's not information that Elsie needs, really. But Rafiik will benefit from hearing Pradnakt treat her and the other droids as people.)

She nods.  "Understood.  I do not usually sleep, outside of systems maintenance.  It is rather inefficient.  The thought is nonetheless appreciated."

"These two just like it for the privacy, yeah. It's good to have a bit of space. Anyway, do either of you need anything else before we clear out?"

"Also, if I put some cookies in, can one of you take them out when the timer goes off?"

L5-C3 nods in acknowledgement to Lord Pradnakt.

To Daisy, she replies: "Certainly.  Is there somewhere the cookies should go, afterwards?  Are they for guests?"

"They are; I'll leave the tray by the stove and they can go on the main table in the lounge. Rafiik, you can try one of each once they've had ten minutes to cool but please leave the rest until the other Jedi get here."

    "Yes ma'am."

And she'll get started on a split batch of mocha double chocolate chunk and red tisa berry chocolate chunk cookies.

"...It would be rather evidentiary of the cookies not being poisoned if we saved some for my Mistress as well," she muses, surely without other ulterior motives like giving Darth Kalbetis cookies.

See, this is why they have the bigger kitchen; she'd barely have room to make enough for the incoming Jedi in a standard ship's tiny oven, nevermind letting anyone else have any. "Of course. And I usually have baking supplies aboard in general if you ever find yourself in need of this kind of thing."

She trills an acknowledging hum, and prepares to synchronize her chrono with the cookie timer.  And to stage the cookies, when they're done cooling.

All is quiet, meanwhile, aboard the Ashen Sunrise.  But that does not mean all is well.

The hyperspace vector left for them by the Falleen Force-Sensitive - who W5-H4 doesn't recognize - points directly into Sith space.  And certainly that's already what Rafiik - who isn't dead, thank goodness - had warned them of, but the motivation of whoever told them this is uncertain.

They could well be a Sith, and that a possible-Sith is being, well, helpful-looking -

It has them all on edge.

"...I'm telling you, Ries, it has to be some sort of trap," Knight Chion says, for the dozenth time.  "There's nothing else a Sith would want to do.  Especially with a vulnerable Padawan - they aren't -- nice!"

"...And yet the Force is calm," says the being least likely to be believed capable of in-depth observation of the Force, of the entire passenger complement.  "It has been calm for days, when we know some of us felt Padawan Vidarra's terror in the Force even before knowing specifically why we were feeling it, Knight Chion."

"...I still think the most likely option is that he's dead.  Terror, then relief, then nothing?  I somehow doubt that some random Sith launched a rescue mission before we could catch up."

"Nesbitt Karmin we have been over this a dozen times, he is not dead, I'd know."

"...I've seen weirder.  Like the one time on Toleucana III."

"...Yes, we know you've met a Force Ghost, Knight Jayn.  We've all heard far too much about certain novels 'inspired by the adventures of real Jedi', lately.  You know ego is unbecoming.  That does not change that Knight Bani's Force senses are quite specialized in picking out this sort of thing, and if she says Padawan Vidarra is still alive and in the flesh, I'll take her word for it."

"Ego is unbecoming, yes, but it is not ego that is responsible for the novels.  My name's kept out of it."

"So it's public relations?  Ha!  Not like that it shouldn't be, didn't your Master ever tell you that business and pleasure aren't to be mixed?"

All Knight Jayn can do is shrug.  "The Force rather seems to delight in getting me in situations where the best way out is flirting.  If it's on a mission I don't do more than that."

"Gentlemen, please.  I know I am no perfect vision of harmony myself, but we really mustn't let ourselves do unto eachother what the Sith would just as readily do unto us.  Our unity is our strength, where strength alone will never suffice."

"...Well said.  Knight Chion, would --"

" -- Hsst!  We're being hailed."

Indeed they are! Tim identifies the apparently-unarmed passenger transport vehicle as the Nightfall Spectrum, personal ship of Sith Lord Pradnakt but currently hosting Padawan Rafiik Vidarra and Darth Kalbetis' administrative assistant L5-C3. Would they like to speak with one or both of them?