The rest of the jedi had a very different problem to deal with. Aside from the absolutely devastated Karis, another damaging force was present, and ready to kill if its demands were not met.

“I’m SOOOOOO HUUUUUUUNNNNNNNGGGRRRRYYYYYYY!” Tama moaned.

“Tama, you have multiple stomachs. And food reserves in your head tails!” exclaimed Vori.

“Ehem, they’re called lekku. But still. I’m starving!” Tama complained.

Karis only moaned from the corner of the ship, which the small group had decided to board.

“Well if it weren’t for those bumbling bounty hunters, we would have gotten to eat something,” said Karis. “Wait. Tama, you even ate something there! How are you still hungry?!” Tama shrugged.

“I’m a stress eater, I guess,” she replied.

“Alright, fine. We can use the GPS system to take us to the closest restaurant,” Vori sighed. Karis noticed that Vori did a lot of sighing.

They turned on the GPS and set it to take them to the restaurant. Suddenly, a giant flash of light burst around the ship, and all the inhabitants felt their insides being pushed and pulled like a pizza chef was tossing a giant slab of dough to make the crust.

“That was oddly specific,” Vori thought to herself as the analogy entered her head.

When the flash had ended, the group checked their surroundings. Giant supernovas blasted over the disintegrating planet on which they now stood. “Where are we?” Karis asked.

“According to the coordinates…” Vori started, then paused in shock. “We didn’t move.”

“What? But this looks completely different!” Tama pointed out.

“What’s Milliways?” Karis asked, gesturing to the building that the jedi had failed to notice before.

“Milliways? Wait a second… Check the date on the computer terminal,” Vori commanded.

Tama looked at the display. “No way. It says we traveled to the year 99999999999!”

“Either that, or the date counter broke,” Karis replied, pointing to the burned out pixels in the display. “I didn’t do it.” Vori noticed how instinctually Karis tried to remove herself from any blame that would be associated with her and remained silent. It most likely wasn’t her fault anyway.

“So either the computer is broken, or we’re in the future….Quick, Karis, look me up on Wookieepedia!” said Tama excitedly. Karis hesitantly accessed the database.

“Yep, we’re definitely in the future,” muttered Karis. “Tama, you disappear after being found out confiding with the Sith. There’s no other entries in here.” Tama’s head tails drooped.

“So I was either living a life in exile, or I died,” she grumbled.

“That’s enough, we don’t need to know any more about our lives,” said Vori. “It’s unnatural. Besides, this violates the laws of time travel. If we go back in time, we should currently be seeing what happened after we return to our time. Unless we don’t do anything important, that is.”

“Aw Vori, you’re no fun,” complained Tama. While Tama and Vori were speculating about what to do about the broken clock, Karis stole a glance at her own page.

“Darth Sirak, formerly Karis Par…. The feared bloodthirsty leader of the Suzerainty. Killed millions,” whispered Karis to herself, trailing off. “Death: suicide.” Karis dropped the database in shock. Karis considered reading the rest of her entry, but decided against it. It wouldn’t happen. Would it?

“No! The green wire connects to the purple one, not the indigo one!” said Vori, frustrated.

“They all look the same to me,” grumbled Tama. “Also, I’m still hungry. I haven’t had food in billions of years, remember?” Vori rolled her eyes.

“Technically you haven’t, since your matter was all transferred into the future. You don’t exist in the past where we were before, therefore the same amount of time has gone by. Not relative time, but time that has happened since we transitioned into the future. Therefore you should be just as hungry as you would have been if we were still in our time,” explained Vori. “And when we go back, if everything works, then our matter will reappear in the same exact spot.”

“No, if we were still in the past, I would have eaten,” Tama huffed.

Vori decided that now was not the time to have a quantum physics debate. “Fine. We can go to your restaurant.”