Tahiri stood behind Lance in the shuttle?s cockpit, watching in silence as the Yuuzhan Vong ships in orbit around the ochre-hued gas-giant grew closer. Over the comm, she could hear the voice of a controller, but she wasn?t really listening. It was taking all her strength to resist the subtle pressure against her mind, the whispering voice that told her that true strength was only found through pain and submission. ?You were right about the yammosk,? she said, tapping keys, refining the sensor scans, focusing on the two massive Yuuzhan Vong battleships. ?Aboard the bigger dreadnaught. The Broken Heart.? ?Has it found you yet?? ?You?re thinking that?s a good idea?? she asked, starting to sweat. ?I?m doing my best to hide from it.? ?I?ll deal with it,? he said, sliding out of the pilot?s seat, and reaching out to her in the Force. ?Relax. My guess is that it?ll just tell you how to dock the shuttle with the dreadnaught ? but if it realises you?re fighting it, we?ll have Yuuzhan Vong on top of us before you can say ?coralskippers?. The best shot we?ve got at getting anywhere is letting the yammosk do your thinking for you for the next few minutes.? She didn?t even have time to resist. Riina blinked, and scowled at him. He smiled, shrugged, and she remembered Anakin Solo. ?I hope you know what you?re doing, infidel,? she chuckled, sliding into the seat as they swapped places, and taking the controls. ?Now shut up, or I?ll probably try to kill you.? They both felt silent, while she let the yammosk take control, whispering course-corrections and calm certainty. She tried not to think about anything else, letting the war coordinator?s thoughts guide her. Trying not think about the fact that she was betraying her people. She wondered why, memories of Anakin muddling in her mind with the very real awareness that Lance was standing at her shoulder. ?Dreadnaught Broken Heart,? she heard herself say, realising that she had opened a comm frequency to the big battleship. ?I am Riina of domain Kwaad. I have escaped from the infidels at N?zoth, and I have come to rejoin you.? ?Welcome, Riina Kwaad,? came back the answer. ?This is Subaltern Phleg Mhak, aboard the Broken Heart. Your arrival has been anticipated. The yammosk will guide you from here, if you are able?? ?I am,? she acknowledged. She opened her mind to the gravitic voice of the war coordinator, and flew on.