You can try, Legion, though it seems your remote is not working. The cook probably has it on manual override.
You are all in the lounge now, with a very angry Thajkon.
"I'm not angry with you for getting poisoned or losing the cook, for no harm was really done. I am angry that Tarnidmir dare to send an assassin to try and kill us off. He had a variety of poisons hidden in the kitchen. Aldoans, like Terran and I, are immune to poisons, so no doubt he has tried poisoning me several times..."
Christof, you feel uncomfortable now, having eaten Thajkon's unfinished meal earlier. You aren't poisoned though. The cook must have given up on poisoning Thajkon by today.
"As you all know, Tarnidmir's base is on Hoth. He has never liked me, yet I have bribed him into working for me for decades. The old bastard wants to be rid of me very badly, as you can tell."
"Legion, you no doubt want your ship back, am I correct?"
Yerssot, if you pressed the button, the ship would go into auto-pilot and try to return. Since there is someone at the controls, they can override the ship's commands and continue piloting as normal.
"I'm sure you do, and you will, Legion..." Thajkon assures, his face grim.
"Tarnidmir is the man that these Dark Jedi freed from Oovo IV a few months ago (as in last game, Xeous). He is a long time partner of mine, but he absolutely despises me."
I step into the group from my shadow on the wall. "Here's an idea, how about we stop talking about it, and actually make a plan to find this bastard. We are the greatest killing minds in the gallxy aren't we. One of us has to have at least the begining of an idea to get this guy before he can begin to form another attempt to kill us off."