Kamon raised an eyebrow at his Master of old.

"If we want to establish good relations from the start we must meet a diplomat at the beginning. But be warned, Master Cole. Their diplomats are feisty and as willing to fight as anyone else on the planet."

He spent all night packing? Someone likes to be prepared. Kamon was amazed by that fact. Spending all night in your room and a few other places gthering equipment and such was not his idea of a good night. He would gladly have passed up that opportunity.

"Meditation is good, but sleep is more relaxing. Everyone knows that."

Kamon reclined in his chair as the ships sliced through the fabric of time and space towards its target a day or so away. It would be a decently long trip and Kamon had known that from the start. He had long trips. Always had, always would. There was just no point to them.

"Master Cole, I have a question. Why are the witches of Dathomir so evil and violent? Surely the darkside shouldn't have taken all of them."

The only sort of acknowledgment Cole gave was to nod to Kamon; he did not feel up to talking much. However, when the question presented itself, Cole willed himself to bring about a show of awareness.

Cole's right eyebrow rose inquisitively, yet with some bewilderment.

"Well... I'm sure you know that Dathomir is satiated of the dark side. So naturally, that would be the main cause as to why most of the witches of Dathomir would take an interest for the dark side. It is said that the witches do not stick together in one pack, but in several different groups or clans. However, they are not all of the dark side, some are of the light as well. So no, not all of them have succumbed to the darkside."

Donovin's gaze gave off a broader expression of inquisitiveness, curious as to why Kamon had mentioned such a thing.

"Why do you ask?"

Kamon shrugged.

"No reason really. It's just been gnawing at me for a while. I can't really explain how I feel. I guess I got to thinking about that planet mainly because of them. They're all there with no outside contact of great magnitude. Even if they are Sith it just seems wrong."

Kamon looked out the viewport to watch the white effect of hyperspace flying by the window as the ship sliced it's way through space. Something about the whiteness made him want to fall asleep.

"If I fall asleep don't worry about it."

The Rogue Jedi Master found himself greeted by silence as he came to look over at Cole after he finished speaking. The Jedi sitting across from him had not heard one word the other man had said, having long been lost in his own slumber.

... And while he slept, he dreamed.

Visions of the future, visions that he would regretful not tell Kamon about once he found himself awake again. It would be a decision that Donovin would feel much repentance for later on.

Kamon looked over at his master and friend only to see that he had already fallen asleep. Smiling, Kamon turned back to the window. Cole hadn't slept last night and Kamon had no mind to stop him from sleeping now. What reason did he have for waking him? He didn't. The only reason he would wake him would be if something went wrong. If it did, Cole would know before Kamon could wake him up. Even in sleep a jedi is attuned to the force.

"Sleep well, Master Cole. We've got a busy week ahead of us."

Kamon stood and walked up to the cabin where he found the pilot and copilot playing a game of sabacc. Sitting down, Kamon smiled at them. They seemed ashamed to be caught gambling on the job but Kamon motioned for them to continue. He had no problem with them passing time as long as they weren't sleeping. Sleeping on the job, especially while flying, was not a good idea. Kamon watched on.

Sleep for Donovin proved unfruitful as he slipped further and further into a restless sleep. He dreamed of troubling times within the future; small glimpses of things to come that made him identify his dreams more than just dreams but as premonitions.

It was at his most troubling moment within his dreams that Donovin found himself awake again.

A look of anxiety seeped onto the Jedi's face for a heartbeat when he found that Vondiranach was not still sitting across from him, The feelings of anxiety quickly swept him by however when his mind came to latch onto the Rogue's presence.

He told himself that it had only been a dream and quickly pushed everything that he could remember from his visions aside.

Realizing he had not had any sort of rations in at least eighteen hours due to his busy schedule, Donovin moved out of his seat and headed to look for Kamon, hoping that the Rogue could direct him to finding some food.

Cole walked in to find Kamon watching a heated game of Sabbacc. The captain was winning but the copilot was in hot pursuit. Kamon looked up at Cole and smiled. His Master had been sleeping for quite sometime and they were only about twenty minutes out from Adumar.

"Welcome back to the land of those that are awake, Master C. We're about twenty minutes out if you were wondering."

Kamon looked back to the game as Cole mentioned something about food. Kamon pointed him to a cubby hole with food stuffs in it. As Cole walked over, the copilot won the game and sat back with a thicker wallet and a smile on his face. Kamon was laughing.

"I think you got duped, Captain."

"No kidding. I was way ahead. No clue how he beat me."

"Luck of the draw, Captain. Luck of the draw."

It didn't take Cole long to decide on something to eat, in fact, he just chose at random. He was too hungry to really care about what he would eat.

"Eh, I'd have no problem winning," Donovin said with a grin as he returned to the table of men.

He was sure Kamon knew what he was thinking about. The force would serve him well in any game, if he actually ever bothered to really cheat.

His grin faded as he took a bite from his rations, swallowing before speaking again.

"Luck is never on my side it seems when I play. I gave up on these types of games long ago," he said before turning to the captain to congratulate him.

"Congratulations, perhaps some time Kamon and I can join you and a partner in a game."

Donovin didn't bother to wait for the captain to respond as he looked to Kamon.

"We'd better get back to our seats. I am sure that game was exciting, but so will be Adumar," he said, a hint of warning in his voice, perhaps of possible things to come.

"We have two minutes to reversion anyways. May want to take your seats."

Kamon looked at Cole with a raised eyebrow as he followed the man into the lounge where they had been sitting. Cole had piqued his curiosity and now he was wondering what was going on. Cole was like that sometimes. A bit on the mysterious side, the man often intrigued Kamon to the point where he wanted to shake whatever it was out of him. As he sat down he looked over at Cole.

"Do you know something I don't know?"

As the two took their seats Donovin had taken to read over some unfinished documents that he had yet to place his official signature to. Vondiranch offered the question, but Donovin seemed to brush the question off, pretending to be heavily engrossed in his papers.

"Nope," he said Nonchalantly, perhaps too nonchalantly.

Silence reared itself for a second or two, a sense of slight hostility coming along with the moment of silence, which made Donovin look up from his papers. He locked gazes with the other Jedi sitting across from him, offering Kamon a rare glimpse of a roguish grin.

".. Nothing you can't handle, Kamon, I assure you," he said curtly looking back down at his papers, his form becoming quite relaxed.

Cartann City: Twenty minutes later...

"We have a little while before diplomatic dealings, what do you say we head on over to Garham's-on-the-Downstream.."

He'd paused within his words, trying to subtly hint to Kamon yet again.

Cole didn't say so, but he already knew they would head into the bar, a small premonition he'd had mixed in with many other premonitions within his dreams on his way to Adumar. Kamon would make it through this specific inkling of his future, that, Donovin was sure of. As for the other snippets of visions Donovin had taken to glimpse into, he'd have to grasp those as he ran into them. He could not offer his comrade any insight into his visions when he knew very little about them himself.

His words this time were that much more unexplained, he liked to keep Kamon thinking whenever possible.

"... to gather some of that excitement I was talking about and perhaps maybe a drink or two?"