Kresst finally slowed down once the loading ramp was closed behind them. He was keeping an eye on Mach, but still did not sense any sort of threat from him. "I'm afraid I don't have those answers yet. Once we are somewhere safe, hopefully we will be able to figure all of this out." He replied, just before their pilot came rushing to them from across the ship. She was a Mon Calamari woman in a red flight uniform, almost the same shade as her skin. Kresst had guessed early on that she was a member of the Jedi Service Corps, due to her force-sensitivity. While not quite panicked, she was certainly alarmed, confused, and looking for answers. 

"Okay, what is going on here...master?" She asked between breaths, only barely remembering to use some formality. "This planet has turned into a warzone, and I haven't been able to get a hold of anyone. Too much longer, and I'd have had to have taken off." 

"I'm not sure I understand all of this myself, but we need to get off-world right away." Kresst answered. 

The pilot looked visibly relieved. "Good. I'll have us back to Coruscant as fast as possible." 

Kresst held up a hand just as the pilot was about to turn back towards the cockpit. "Wait. I'm not sure that is a good idea. Something...horrible is happening, and I'm not sure Coruscant is safe anymore. Just...take us away from the planet, into space. Far from anything. In the short-term, that is probably the safest place we can be." 

"I...okay, Master Jedi, I'll do as you say. What about the rest of the soldiers? The clones, I mean; should we wait on them?" She questioned, to which Kresst slowly shook his head. Understanding his meaning, the pilot rushed back up to the cockpit with her astromech to get them off of the planet. She already had the engines primed and ready, so there was no further delay for them to take off. 

Kresst understood the probable trauma that was fresh on Mevenn's mind, so he managed to overcome his own questions and worries enough to keep a calm exterior. He gently encouraged Mevenn to sit down in the ship's common room to calm her mind and collect herself, while keeping Mach close to himself. Given what Mevenn had claimed happened between herself and her squad, Kresst did not think it wise to leave them together alone. 

Since their fates were in the hands of their pilot at this point, Kresst simply took the time to meditate and gather his thoughts while they were leaving the planet. In the Sith temple, he had sensed betrayal, but now it seemed that it was far worse than he could have imagined. He had first felt the darkness encroaching on his senses back when they were approaching the Sith temple, but now, out of the planet's atmosphere, it was hardly any weaker. It was a wave of darkness permeating the whole of the galaxy, for those with the senses to feel it. 

Eventually, the atmosphere in the ship settled into an uneasy calm, shortly before the pilot joined them once more in the common room. She stepped into see Mevenn and Mach on opposite sides of the table from one another, with Kresst meditating at a seat in the middle. She was finally the one to break the silence. "I think we're out of any immediate danger, at least. C2 has us on a course towards...nothing, and it doesn't seem like we're being followed. So..." She began, letting out a long, deep breath. "...what the hell is going on?" 

Kresst slowly opened his eyes and straightened up in his seat. "Yes, I think we all need to catch each other up on what we've missed. I went down into the Sith temple with that local commander, and Mach. Eventually, after I dug up whatever answers the commander was looking for, he turned on us. He knocked Mach out, and attempted to kill me. He was an acolyte of the Dark Side. Perhaps self-taught, given his meager skills, but I had no choice but to kill him. I managed to wake Mach up, we headed back up to the surface, then back to you as fast as possible, Mevenn. I felt the betrayal from within the temple, but had thought it was the locals."