“Believe me, it can be a daunting thing to think about. But it's important to remember that's why you have a partner. More often than not, once you're Champions you'll be working together. Looking out for each other.” Aria explained. “There'll be times where it's not easy, but your ability to be resourceful and work things out will get you through it. Hopefully, that's what we can teach you to do.” 
“I hope so.” Kytra managed to smile, reassured by the Champions’ words and certainly helped in her own confidence by Ethan’s infectious excitement about their latest mission. The boy had a ridiculous amount of knowledge on ships and space-faring tech for his age which Aria had to admit was startling, though she would not say so out loud. Thankfully, before the conversation could go on for too much longer, Neta had summoned them to the CIC for debriefing. 
“Why would anyone want to live in a system full of space junk anyways?” Kytra frowned uncertainly as she studied the projection Neta had called up in front of them. “Even if it WASN’T illegal.” 
“People that don’t want to be found, clearly.” Ethan supplied, only backed up by Neta’s assertion that criminal activity was rife within this sector. 
“So we’re not going to get through to five without a fight.” Aria sighed heavily. “Even if we’re not flying visible Alliance colours when we approach, I’m pretty sure they’d recognise an Alliance transponder code when they saw it; they’d blast us out of the sky before we got a chance to say ‘don’t shoot’!” 
“I don’t know if I like the idea of shooting people first…” Kytra mumbled. “Seems a little, below the belt…”
“Either that or they’ll do the same to us.” Aria shrugged her shoulders. “We don’t have to blast them into chunks, just take out their guns if they start shooting, so we can get through.” 
It only took one look at Neta’s dour expression to know that the smugglers, vagabonds and other assortment of miscreants would be the LEAST of their worries when they jumped out of hyperspace. “....Okay, Neta, what are we looking at?” the Champion asked, turning to face the former spec ops soldier. As the redhead zoomed in on the planet and indicated the floating chunks of vastly varying shapes and sizes that orbited the space around Malachor V, Aria grimaced silently. Kytra stood up straighter, her beady eyes fixated on the “debris”. 
“...That’s a lot of debris….didn’t think it’d look this bad.” the Selonian admitted. “There’s got to be a way for us to get through it.” 
“Not without knowing what the gravitational patterns are, and without surface scans…” Aria shook her head slowly. “The chances of us getting those aren’t looking good.” 

In the back of her mind, she became aware of Yerbol’s idea as it came to him, turning her head to face her husband as he verbalised the train of thought. 
“I don’t know....” she admitted. “Maybe?”
“Do what?” Kytra looked between the two Champions, her ears flattening against her head. 
“When the Qyaari, before we BECAME the Qyaari in truth, first came into the region where Zinuthra and Quensu are found, we used the Force in order to manipulate the air eddys around the ship to get us to ground safely.” Aria explained. “Or else we would’ve never gotten through the electrical storms without ending up part of the planet’s mountain feature.” 
“That doesn’t sound so bad.” Kytra’s optimistic smile faded slowly as the Champion before her pinched the bridge of her nose and heaved a sigh, weighing their chances. 
“The problem is that this ship is a lot bigger than the old one, and there are only four of us here. The amount of energy it’d take to move a ship this big could kill one of us.”
“Hrrrmm?” Chwuq’s head butted into the Champion’s hand, the tomb beast snuffling loudly as if to remind her of it’s presence on board. “...Okay, six of us.” Aria amended. “But even then, it’s a big risk...”
And their alternative was to be blown into space dust before they even touched the planet’s surface. Just another routine day in the not-so-office, of course.
“If we can’t move the ship, could we move the debris AROUND the ship?” Kytra suggested, her brow knitted together tightly. 
“The risk would be much the same, reaching out through the ship’s hull to get a grip on it...either way, we’re not gonna touch the ground if we don’t shift SOMETHING around.” Aria huffed, clasping her hands together as she stared at the hologram and chewed her lip. “It’s just a question of which one is most likely to yield good results. If we focus and work together we should be able to pull it off.” 

“In that case, if it’s alright Master I think I should like to retire until we get there. I’d like to meditate, get some practise in and make sure I’m ready.” Kytra requested. 
“I can hardly refuse that.” Aria nodded in agreement. “Off you go, both of you. Neta will contact you through comms when the time comes.” when both the apprentices had been dismissed and the Champions were left with their pilot in the CIC, Aria turned to face the redhead once more. 
“It really is good to see you again, Neta.” she managed a faint smile, “Although, and don’t take this the wrong way, I REALLY wasn’t expecting to see you out in the field again for, well...ever. Thought you’d be home, with the kids.” a worried frown creased the Champion’s expression. “Neta did...did something happen on Alderaan? I understand if you don’t want to talk about it, but….?”