Slipspace generator or not, they were still looking at a journey of several months to get to this Oddessen planet, which was NOT any form of good news no matter how you looked at it. Regardless, the Champions and their wards would have to make the most of it. So Aria remained largely silent as Ethan, Neta and Kira went to and fro about their travel time. As the two former persons exited towards the cockpit and the redheaded Knight apologised for crashing their expedition, Aria offered her a broad, reassuring smile. 
“I think you're more comforting than you give yourself credit for, Kira. We're both glad you're here...we've been through a lot, but this is new territory even for us. Sometimes it's nice to have someone to turn to, even if the Elders don't think we need it.” Kira offered a quiet nod and retreated, leaving Yerbol to take his wife's hand and prompt her towards the viewport for what very well might have been their last glimpse of the known galaxy. 
“Yeah.” she snorted sardonically as they approached the window, her brow furrowed as she stared at Alderaan, suddenly looking a lot smaller as the Commodore’s engines fired up. “Who knows when, or if we'll be seeing it again. We could, you know…die out there.” as her spouse shot her a questioning look, the Champion frowned back at him and protested: “WHAT? We could! How many times did we almost die in that temple when we first went to Quensu?” she counted them off on her fingers, “There was the ice demons, then that staircase, then the dragon-bat…thingy, AND the projection of Renso. Soooo...four. And this planet we’re heading for is even FURTHER out than the Qyaari worlds, so Force knows what we could find…” Sometimes, she found all of this rushing into danger very tiring, although she would never say it out loud, the idea of her and Yerbol disappearing off to a developed planet to do things a normal twenty-something couple would do was becoming increasingly more appealing. 
“Maybe not.” Yerbol squeezed her hand reassuringly. “But we're older and better prepared this time, and we have more backup. I'm SURE we can handle anything Wild Space throws at us.”
“I hope so, Bol.” 

Well, death-inducing wasn't an appropriate adjective for the first world they encountered after their first jump. Fascinating? Most definitely. 
“There's….no sun?” Kytra stood with both front paws AND her nose pressed to the window of the ship as they coasted towards a planet that they wouldn't have seen at all had it not been for the Commodore’s interior lighting. Neta’s quickly spat curse was testament to that. Even Aria, normally the first to grouse about their predicaments, frowned and shouldered gently past her husband to get a look in. 
“Is that even possible…?”
“Well, we're looking at it.” Kytra pointed out, looking between the older Champions. “How do you suppose… Life, sustains itself down there?”
“If there IS any life at all.” Yerbol mused. 
“One way to find out.” Aria shrugged.

Neta had been hesitant to take them in closer, but with some insistent badgering from the Qyaari (“Vano would never forgive us if she found out we passed something this BIZARRE and didn't get a closer look, come on!!”), the pilot acquiesced and they found themselves stepping off of the loading ramp and onto grassy turf beneath an inky black, star-studded sky, their path illuminated by the cool, faint light of the three nearest moons. The Champions could hear, even before they moved forward, the gentle swaying of ferns in the breeze. 
“How can plants survive on a planet without sunlight?” Kytra muttered, awed, as the group cautiously approached what looked like a grove of trees. 
“They don't, usually.” Kira muttered warily from the rear of the expedition. “But then, that's assuming that these are NORMAL plants, maybe they don't NEED sunlight. Or it's artificially maintained.” the older Knight gestured towards the clump of fluorescent lights shining from within the vegetation. She was right, they COULD indicate a generator or a dwelling of some kind. “With generators, and shield zones. Like the Undercity on Coruscant, or Taris.”

As the Qyaari approached however, they would discover that the light was not coming from an artificial structure at all, but rather from the fern fronds THEMSELVES, as well as the creatures (an owl-like creature that had luminescent eyes and, on the ground a rodent-like counterpart whose entire fur was flecked with the same lights as it tried to blend in with the foliage so as not to become the owl-thing’s next meal). 
“They’re bioluminsecent!” Aria breathed in surprise as she watched a lizard skitter halfway up the branch, set its sights on the owl, and then unfurl a large, pulsating frill as it bared its teeth and screeched in warning. 
“I wonder how long this place has been here, and we haven’t even known about it…” Kytra muttered, her own eyes catching the rays of moonlight and making her appear somewhat demonic for a brief second as they reflected it away (apparently, superb felinesque night vision was another thing Aria needed to add to her list of “things she didn’t know about Selonians” - Yes, she was keeping one, though she would never tell anybody other than Yerbol lest they should scoff and think she was being ridiculous).
“Stars knows, probably a long time.” Aria admitted, thinking back to how alien and strange Zinuthra had seemed when the Qyaari had first found it. “Doesn’t seem like this was a prominent planet on the True Sith hyperspace charts, maybe even THEY didn’t know about it.” she glanced across at Yerbol, slightly regretting the decision to order the Tuk’ata to stay on the ship as she mused aloud: “Chwuq and Taral would LOVE it here…” 

“As cool as all of this is, though. We better get back to the ship.”
“Do we HAVE to?” Kytra protested to Kira’s suggestion. “Five more minutes wouldn’t hurt, right?” 
“You say that NOW, but when it takes us an extra three weeks or more to get to this Oddessen planet, you’ll be wishing we left sooner.”
None of the others could argue with that logic. Perhaps, when there wasn’t a galaxy-wide threat (ha, wasn’t that a pipe dream!) that they had to thwart, they could make a more leisurely return trip.