Malfon steepled his hands and rested his chin atop them. The small Jedi transport they were in rocked to and fro as it traveled through the atmosphere beyond, but he took the shaking in stride. The young Jedi had learned much since that mission to save the passengers aboard the Anointed Heart, nearly ten years ago. And, of the many lessons, he realized just how little spaceflight bothered him. Their vessel could have been involved in a vicious dogfight, and he would have paid it no mind. Such was his confidence in the preserving power of the Force. “What happened?” “Has the attack started?”