"Ok, so that's where you're wrong: I'm not upset about having a younger guy who can eat more than me; it's the fact that I was excluded from getting steak. Bantha steak, mind you. If you remember from our days working on Taris, Bantha steak, when prepared properly, is probably one of the best cuts of meat in the known(and unknown galaxy)." When they found their lodgings, which consisted of a slightly larger room than what they had on their personal vessel with a double bed taking up most of their quarters. They did have a bathroom, although this wasn't located in their quarters but(to the Champion's annoyance) a few feet directly across from their room. Taking a shower and making his way back to their room without anyone seeing would be an interesting sub-plot for their latest adventure. 
As he examined the air vents currently blowing sub-arctic temperatures, his wife brought up the stigma and subsequent fears about actually descending onto such an infamous planet. 
“I’d agree with you there about Quensu. We at least were going into uncharted territory and had ignorance as an ally; because let me tell you, if I knew that we had to go through Sith trials that involved fighting a half-blind dragon looking thing, I might have decided to let the pint-sized Acolyte accompanying me to go through most of it.” He then quickly added:
“Of course, that was a long time ago and I OBVIOUSLY would go with you now. But, you remember how we were before…well, you know. Us.” He planted himself next to her on their presumed bed for the next few months, placing an arm around her shoulders and kissing her head. 
“And ‘Us’ is how we’re going to get through this. We’re an unshakeable team, Ari. Even with kids following us around, I know we’ll do our very best to ensure that whatever peril, doom or apocalypse we encounter won’t threaten a soul…or at least, as few souls as possible.” He looked down at her with a small smile, placing a hand in hers.
“I love you. Always.”
Their initial discussions revolved around Ethan’s preoccupation with space, the apprentice revealing that from his youth spaceships fascinated him with a kind of “elegant rapture” that couldn’t be replicated by anything else he had seen in his life. It was nice to see the boy opening up, his shock of chestnut-reddish colored hair bobbing as he gestured with veracity about the “Killer Wing X” series of fighters and new developments in slipspace that were “galaxy busting”. There probably weren’t very many students at the academy who shared his passion, so venting them to authority figures who were sort of obligated to get to know them was the next best option. Not to say Yerbol wasn’t happy to see the exuberance; in fact, Yerbol asked him a few clarifying questions about ship hypercannons and differences in post-Republic warships. After all, the Champion had served with Republic forces during the last galactic war and picked up a few bits and pieces about military technology. 
There was a slight pause in discussion as Ethan swallowed another helping of flashed-dried chicken breast, allowing Kytra to bring up the solemnity of their operation. Yerbol chuckled slightly as Aria explained that the Selonian would have get used to being in danger almost all the time. 
“She’s right, you know. The rank of Champion seems to have a lot of grave implications attached to it, but it won’t feel as bad if you watch us as we work. Not to say that we’re the best warriors in the galaxy, but conquering three different and almost successive threats to the known universe has taught us a thing or two about how to deal with danger.” Ethan quickly responded with:
“We heard a lot about what you two did…have done. It’s kind of exciting to know that we might be able to do the same.” He nudged Kytra excitedly and accidentally with an elbow, the enthusiastic apprentice apologizing as his face flushed, looking back down at his chicken with fabricated focus. 
“Hopefully you can be even better than us. That’s the whole point of this ‘training’ thing. We want you to exceed us. Our job wouldn’t be complete until that moment happens.” 
“Alright, up to the CIC. Gotta tell you what we’re in for.” Yerbol gestured at the speaker above the diminutive mess hall with a smirk. 
“Ari’s right. She was former special ops and apparently in that particular division, no one liked to wait for anyone else. Neta can get us through anything, though, so pay attention to what she tells you. Of course, that won’t be a problem for one of us.” 
Another flushed face. 
The combat information center, or CIC as it would be known for the rest of their journey, was found right before the cockpit, nestled in a square shaped room with a row of computer terminals opposite of the entrance and a pedestal in the center of the room that served as an interactive holographic display. Neta stood on the left hand side of the pedestal, chewing on her bottom lip as her eyes traced over the star map that was littered haphazardly with small white orbs that represented planets. When the force users entered, she pointed at an orb near the right hand edge of the map.
“That’s Malachor five. We’ve got to get through most of the system before we get in sight of the planet.” 
“And why would that be a problem? I mean, other than us being forbidden to travel here?” Neta snorted a chuckle. 
“Won might think that issuing a decree from above will suddenly change illicit activity, but we all know that people who want to scavenge, raid or use the system as a haven for smuggling cargo will do so despite a politician’s ‘order’.”
“So what you’re saying is that others call the Malachor system home? I thought the whole system was inhospitable.”
“Some planets are, but Alliance drones sent into the area have come back with snapshots of what appear to be ships and settlements on a handful of planets. Granted, they’re few and far between, but what better cover would there be than a ‘ghost’ system?” 
“Think they’ll bother us?”
“I’m preparing for that. Once we get within a few clicks of dropping out of hyperspace, you all will man the turrets until we get to Malachor five. From there…” She sighed, pinching Malachor five on the map in order to zoom in on the pockmarked surface.
“See the floating bits here and here?” She pointed to randomly shaped objects that floated around the planet in random patterns.
“This is ALL debris. Chunks of moon, asteroid and ship all come together to form a clunky barrier. Combine these two debris belts with the extremely dense gravitational pull that’s exerted from the planet’s stratosphere-“
“We’d crash in lightseconds.” Ethan gulped out.
“Yup.” A smile crossed her face.
“But, I’ve got a way around that. The gravitational pull of most planets in the Malachor system go in patterns thanks to the wacky effect that the moons have on…well, I’ll save you the trouble of reciting all that stuff and tell you that there’s a short period of time where the pull will be reduced.”
“So we fly in when that period of time is active? Doesn’t sound too bad.”
“Sure. Except that no one has surface scans of the planet. We can assess gravitational pull based on the movement of the debris in the stratosphere, but that same debris blocks any ability for imagery from drones.” 
“Going in blind.” Yerbol grimaced, placing a hand on the pedestal as he mused aloud:
“How much time do we have before we’re grounded?”
“Approximately seven minutes from the time we get within thirty five thousand feet…or at least that’s the best intel we have.” The Champion looked down to Ari and asked:
“Remember what we did on Quensu? Think we could pull that off again