The master was still meditating in his small quarters, levitating a foot off the ground at least. The very nature of the Force was changing and it's will even more so. These changes were a serious matter and so he turned to examine the other jedi in the area with the Force. He felt secrets, passion, fear, sadness. All things that could make the situation even more worse for the Order's survival. The force was strong with every survivor and he did not doubt it, taking they did survive a sneaky attack by the Sith while their Masters were taken down too easily. Then he was violently shaken from his meditation by the ship jerking into motion. The old Jedi crashed onto the bed he was levitating over and then smashed against the floor of the ship after rolling of.
Valentios rose up and clacked his cane onto the side of the bed a few times before heading out of the door. The Equine headed for the cockpit while wondering the sudden departure. Not only was it surprising but also completely irrational and rash. So he entered the cockpit and as the first thing he did smacked the young Jedi at the controls.
"You won't catch him this way. Turn back and pick up the rest of the survivors here. You know it yourself. Unless you shoot it down he'll get away with Rukia without even getting a sweat" the old man said and sat down on the seat behind the pilot.
"Our posturings, our imagined self-importance,
the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe,
are challenged by this point of pale light.
Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark.
In our obscurity – in all this vastness – there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves."
- Carl Sagan