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[Sybella Demici]

Outer Rum Territory, Coordinates: Unknown​

Struggling against the bonds that held her, Sybella kicked and thrashed at her two assailants. Since her capture, she had turned surprisingly vicious; she bit and scratched at any hands foolish enough to try fumble at the gilded silver that was her ancestral headpiece. It was bad enough being the prisoner of priates, now these cretins wished to add insult to injury and rob her. First her sabers, and now her family's diadem?

Unthinkable. She wouldn't allow it...

Fighting with everything she could muster, Sybella dug her heels in once more and hoped it would gain her some ground. Admittedly, it was difficult; shacked at the wrists, her counter offensive was limited at best. Still, it didn't stop her from trying. With her fists clenched into a club, she swung at the raiders; she caught one under the chin, causing him to stagger as she then switched targets. Grasping at the tunic of another, Sybella pulled him in close so that her forehead came crashing up and on to the bridge of nose. Payback from an earlier blow he had dealt her.

The cracking of cartridge and the howl that followed confirmed her success. Feeling emboldened, her struggles continued, as did her verbal protests. "Unhand me, you filth!"

One of the pirates (a zabrak) annoyingly held firm, though not without complaint "Damn Jedai! I think she broke my nose..."

Feeling irked, he decided on a different approach and charged on Sybella when her back was turned; with the butt of his blaster, he bashed at her knee, aiming just above the joint. Pain flarred almost instantly, causing the young knight to cry in pain. Somehow, perhaps through sheer stubbornness, she would have remained standing, had another blow not then fallen upon her temple. Dazed, Sybella found she could no longer fight; in her stunned state, she went limp and would soon find herself thrown (rather unceremoniously) into a darkened cell. Securing the lock, and its laser containment, the pirates now seemed rather pleased with themselves.

"Not so tough now, are ya?" The scoundrel who spoke, a Devaronian, had the audacity to brandish Sybella's own sabers, as if they were a trophy. Clipping them to his belt, he mocked her further by then flickering out his species' long, forked tongue.

Unamused, Sybella spat at the ground, watching the two departed from the brig and its bowels. With that, she was left alone. Or so she thought...

@Die Shize
@Drane T'keen

 

[Drane T'keen]

Spoiler: Music OOC

“Struggling tends to upset them.”
Calls a voice…from the dark…
From a corner…words arc…

It carries an accent—British.
Received Pronunciation, it is.
Some Star Wars comparison.

“Best to keep cool.”
A man had and all.
“Resistance is futile.”
He sits but he is tall.

“For now, I think.”
A hand—it cups.
A drop in a palm.
“Apparently there’s a leak.”

Water splash on bare wrist.
A man moves on from this.
Moves to stand—he begins.
Sliver of light—charcoal skin.

The room is dark…but light.
The Force is light…but dark.
Man steps closer—lifts arm.
Black jacket—he’s no guard.

No longer sitting, he’s up—stands tall.
He feels his neighbor through the wall.

Both are prisoners: man and woman.
Knows who he is—what of her origin?

“So tell me…heroine of the evening…”

A man heard that a woman was a Jedi.
Whilst a man does conceal his presence.
That meant woman doesn’t know he’s Sith.
Means he may easily feed—on her essence.

“What naughty crime did a Jedi commit to
Be thrust into the brig of a pirate ship?”
Woman cannot see it but a man grins.

@HoneyMagpie

 

[Sybella Demici]

Sybella wasn't expecting company - who else had been captured? Moving towards the very front of the cell, she hoped to get a better look but the walls were solid and whoever was speaking was well out of sight; if she had to guess, they were likely confined to one of the spaces adjacent to hers. Curious how she hadn't noticed him earlier but then again, her hands were full during that unpleasant, little scuffle. Damn brutes. Her head was still pounding.

"Upsetting pirates? Oh, no. We wouldn't want that..." Right now, nothing would make her happier.

It seemed this companion took himself for a poet, speaking in fragments and rhymes. Under different circumstances, Sybella might have enjoyed such wit but for now, she chose to focus on the task at hand. Escape. Pacing the length of the cell, she began to take stock of her real situation.

These scoundrels had been causing chaos along the reaches of the entire Outer Rim; their most recent exploits included the raiding of ancient sites and Jedi ruins were no exception; in fact, they were a favourite target. Like loctus, the pirates would swarm, stealing whatever they could get their hands on, only to then turn around and sell it for profit. The nerve. It had to end, and Sybella was determined to be the one to put a stop to it. After all, it's why she allowed herself to be captured. Why search for the pirate stronghold when you could just be taken right to it as 'loot'? Admittedly, the Jedi council weren't happy with the notion, but the means justified the end.

Still, Sybella hadn't expected the pirates to be so...prepared. Their security system, for example, was especially potent. Roaming sentries, coupled with surveillance droids, moved around the brig like clockwork. Judging from the visible monitor, a biometric scan would be needed too. Challenging obstacles, indeed. Not impossible, but still - a challenge. How the young knight loved a good challenge.

In lost her musings, Sybella almost missed the stranger's question. Her crime? "You said it yourself. I am a Jedi. To the galaxy, there is no greater sin..."

Though said in jest, there was a sad caveat of truth. Jedi were once revered as great peacekeepers, championing themselves in the name of the Light. Now, they were nothing more than pariahs. It was a bitter thing, but Sybella endured nonetheless. The pirates probably hoped to sell her off for some bounty. She wondered, would they do the same with the stranger? She meant to ask him but a patrolman neared.

It was a Rodian, intent on threatening them into compliance. "Hey, hey, pipe down in there," brandishing a stun staff, he rapped the stasis field for good measure. "Ya hear me? Quiet!"

With that, he moved on, starting the rounds anew.

 

[Drane T'keen]

Spoiler: Music OOC [Recurring]

A woman speaks.
A man is listening.
As her heart beats.
A wall—but feeling.

“Upsetting pirates?”
A voice is not upset.
“Oh, no.”
Oh yes.
“We wouldn’t want that.”
A voice does not inflect.

A woman does speak.
Above, beside—a “C”.

A man knows this kind of game.
Does a Jedi know how to play?

Women did.
Those he kissed.
Hearts, he can feel.
And those he killed.
It’s…another shape..
What…does it make?

A woman falls silent.
Her voice was liquid.
Like that drop of water.
Falling on a man’s wrist.
A man is Sith—so violent.
A woman does not know it.

…She paces…
…Footsteps…
…He listens…
…Ear pressed.

The wall is cold steel on his skin.
Like a blade on a neck in a grin.
Does not need an ear to listen.
The Sith...The Force is with him.

A woman walks—she is locked.
Even a man’s ears watch and tell.
The lady adjacent—length of cell.
Fear beneath hair? Length of leg?

A man has killed a number of women.
Yet he doesn’t simply wish them dead.
A man is of the Red Sun—is a warrior.
Anyone can be a foe; Jedi, maybe her.

“Oh…there is always a greater sin…”
They both appeared to speak calmly.
Of crime and sin—intimate is a Sith.
Interrupted then. Souls—embalming.

A man has his back against the wall.
Listens disinterestedly to guard’s call.
The guard asked for peace and quiet.
A Sith finds peace when he is violent.

His captors are not all that interesting.
He was captured on purpose, believe.
Has counted heads, can count teeth.
If wanted, could shower them at feet.

Like a gambler playing a game, however.
Drane T’keen—a warrior—knows to wait.
He has a partner now with a beating heart.
The two of them could soon play the cards.

“Jedi are what they are today but they have light.”
A Sith is a Sith, not a Jedi, but this one isn’t blind.
“As though cast by a red sun—burning with rays.”
Hadn’t dueled Jedi before, hadn’t crossed blades.

“That makes you a warrior, Jedi, so you will escape.”
A man speaks to her against a wall, though no gaze.
He gives his eyes to the guard over by that one gate.

The Sith is a Champion, loves the title, given his name.
Can use blades, namely two, and knows the Force too.

“Tell me…my lady…what are you wearing?”
She might hesitate, might not answer him.
Either way, this or that, he would leave it.
“I’m dressed in black. But I have a cloak.”

Moments pass.
“HEY! MAN!”
Light shines.
Cell is dark.
“WOMAN!”
Calls guard.

He faces her cell instead of his.
Neither know true power of Sith.

“I heard you talking to him!
Where the hell did he go!?”
Both cells open just then.
A Sith has cast Force Cloak.

There is a total of six guards.
Six guards total to twelve arms.
A guard steps into a man’s cell.
Another guard into woman’s cell.

One guard is searching for a man.
One guard raises blaster to woman.
“What Jedi trickery is this, you bitch!?”

@HoneyMagpie

 

[Sybella Demici]

Pausing mid-step, Sybella peered at the wall that joined her cell to the one beside it. The voice...It was coming from there, that much was clear. Yet the more the stranger spoke, the more worried she became. Just how long had he been imprisoned? Had he already grown mad, rambling as he was? His words, though harmless, seemed almost noxious in their manner.

He called her a warrior and, to many, it was a compliment but what was all this talk of a red sun? A figure, bathed in crimson, flashed within the eye of Sybella's mind, making her stall for a moment further. Was this perhaps the will of the Force? A fated meeting of sorts? Could this stranger somehow be related to her visions? She wanted to know. Needed it.

Tentative, but purposeful, the young knight reached out with the Force, her tendrils reaching just far enough to seep into the space about her. She hoped there would be a response, a connection if possible. But there was nothing. The Force was, apparently, absent in the stranger. His words were just that... Words. They were still rather puzzling. Wearing? Why did he want to know what she was wearing? Was it to perhaps to identify her, should they be able to escape?

Shaking her head in disbelief, Sybella innocently offered a simple answer. "Red and blue..." The colours of her house, the colours that were embroidered onto her hooded shawl. She didn't want to elaborate further as she wanted instead to focus her efforts on escape.

The chance would come sooner than expected. Choas erupted and soon guards began yelling. They swarmed the cells like a cluster of hornets, barking about something Sybella knew nothing of. She didn't need to feign innocence when questioned as she truly didn't know. It didn't stop her from taking advantage though. Being the fools that they were, they breached Sybella's cell - to search for the stranger, perhaps? It mattered not as she was upon them like a tusk cat, taking to ground one pirate before the other could even fire a shot. Though they relieved the Jedi of her two sabers, they had not found the familial dagger hidden on her person. Its curved silver glinted in the limited light, singing as it sliced through flesh and tendon; the knight did not seek to kill her opponents, but she certainly sought to incapacitate them.

Successfully downing the two that entered her cell, Sybella burst out into the walkway in order to face the rest. Steely-eyed as ever, she also made sure to scan the area feverishly for her strange companion; she would protect him, as it was her duty to protect those in need.

Spoiler

Dice:
Sybella sussing out Draan with the Force = 2/20
No. of guard Sybella takes down = 2/6

 

[Drane T'keen]

Spoiler: Music OOC

Red and blue.
A man smiles true.
Of course she wears this.
A Jedi’s blade—and a Sith’s.

Is this destiny? Is it fate?
Contemplates as he navigates
His way in between the sentries.
A Sith is slow and silent on his feet.

He is still—a shadow—but not of light.
He is a shade—not of Maze—dark side.
Son of Red Sun—a warrior who can fight.
But he must be quiet, not quick—left, right.

There is yet one important truth to bear in mind.
Force Cloak has its advantages and disadvantages.
Too fast, too loud, and you’re likely to walk into line of sight.
By mundanes, by droids; either way, a caster faced decisions.

He could focus on concealing himself through invisibility.
Or—not 'and'—his Force signature he could be dampening.
T’keen, he had to make a choice from the cell that he is leaving.
Keep away from pirate eyes or hide his Force from a prying Jedi's.

The warrior Sith’s choice was already made.
If she hadn’t already she would sense Drane.
Either before or after he comes from behind.
It is cool but will offer you no need of dice.

He was a sneaky Sith, this one.
He stands behind two guards.
Each one facing her, with a gun.
Reveals self and spreads arms!

Just as their fingers cling to triggers.
They don’t really get to see their killer.
No hilts in his hands—not of this man.
Wrists twists—and two necks -crack!-

Now a man has to turn around fast now.
Fleshy pirates are just one such enemy.
They have those surveillance droid things.
Blasters raising—no frown—Drane’s grinning.

The brig’s corridor stretches like a long table.
If a Sith can kill droids then this one is able.
OOC references—dark guy like in Fable.
Empty hands—and cast Droid Disable.

It’s a technique a Jedi or Sith could have used in prison.
Knock down those ray shields, maybe, but he was waiting.
Time, though, is the main limitation of this handy technique.
Two targets—focus—temporarily damage internal circuitry.

Both droids are disabled for some moments.
Behind infamous crates come more targets.
They are shooting—raining blaster hell.
A Sith is quick; steps into another cell.

"Mind pulling them toward you?"
For a Sith—they'd be dog food.
"I have blasters—ready to shoot."
He had snagged them by boots.

Reminds me of Biotics in Mass Effect.
Pull—YOINK!—teamwork at its best.

@HoneyMagpie

 

[Sybella Demici]

The stranger was nowhere in sight. Try as she might, Sybella could not see him, only the aggressors that tried to assail her escape; she dealt with them swiftly, sweeping one over her shoulder whilst crippling another. Yet as chaos ensued, the kohl-eyed knight gained some clarity; she could sense another, like her yet so very different. There was a presence in the Force that radiated greater than the lifeforms that swarmed around her. This presence did not glow, rather it burned.

Like a sun...

Ignoring it for now, the Serennian chose instead to focus on the remaining attackers. Blasters drawn, they looked ready to fire - until two amongst their numbers became contorted; their bodies and bones cracked under the grip of an unseen force. Soon after, they simply broke entirely, reduced to nothing more than lifeless sacks of flesh. Sybella visibly baulked. No Jedi would ever commit such a sinister act. At first, there was only suspicion, but now she saw the stranger for what he was.

A dark sider. Perhaps even...a Sith.

Frowning at the thought, she couldn't help but hesitate. This ashen man had asked for her aid. Dare she even consider the prospect of fighting side by side with her Order's most sworn of enemies? Indeed, desperate times called for desperate measures but even that had its limits. This fiend. He was enjoying himself, finding such delight amongst the ever-growing carnage.

Naturally, being the Jedi that she was, Sybella chose instead to defy such evil. She decided instead to deny him most willfully. Whilst he sought out the snuffing of life, she (in turn) desired something more...humane.

"Enough of this..."

Amassing the Force within her grasp, Sybella created a wall of energy. It formed much like a tidal wave, harbouring a raw kind of power that was almost too great to contain. Unable to hold it off for much longer, the Jedi released the torrent with a push of her hands; the surge was so powerful, it knocked asunder any surviving pirates. They crashed from one end of the hallway to the other, utterly shattered in their apparent defeat. It wasn't the most ideal situation, but it would certain quell any further trouble. Whilst alive, the pirates were still incapacitated enough not to pose any sizable threat.

With this in mind, eyes of molten silver once more rested on @Drane T'keen. Sybellla studied him, as one ought to do with any predator. It was now a waiting game - Who would be the first to bear their fangs and strike?

Spoiler

Dice: Force Push 18/20

 

[Drane T'keen]

Spoiler: Music OOC

A Sith doesn’t mind killing.
A Sith finds it kinda thrilling.
A Jedi doesn’t like taking life.
So will ultimately lose the fight.

For now, a Sith watches the Jedi.
Rather, he gazes upon her light.
That wall of energy O so bright.
A Sith can feel it—Such might!

A tsunami is now exploding.
It surges down the corridor.
But it is yet an invisible sea.
Yes—a surging of the Force.

He still has back up against the wall.
Our man Drane, but then stands tall.
Team Pirate Dumbcakes are not awake.
Queue to a Jedi gal giving him her gaze.

Drane considers his options, blaster in right hand.
Either hand's an appropriate hand for a Sith man.
His left is free and it could reach for her neck.
In a heartbeat—or he could crack her chest.

For now, he stands facing her, that woman.
That woman stands in turn, facing the man.
Whether they stand close or they stand far.
Nothing could remove their gazes so apart.

She has molten silver in her eyes.
He has black in his; gold is bright.
A man knows his own face.
Now he knows a lady’s face.

She strikes like a lady.
In that elegant livery.
Red, blue and all.
O a lovely shawl.

She has grey eyes.
As if souls so sold.
Not dark or bright.
The color of kohl.

Eyes like thunder clouds.
Stormy seas swirl around.
Or as grey as a wolf’s coat.
Grey for a woman so alone.

There stands the Sith—by the Jedi.
The light standing before a night.
Like it, her face partly a mystery.
Shawl hides her hair discretely.

Above her eyes, angled brows.
As though peaked to discovery.
And digging up secrets beneath.
Silent, eyes are oceans; no sound.

Slender is the woman’s nose.
That elegant slope to below.
Plush, plump—purplish lips.
Doors, windows—Jedi, Sith.

Predator and prey.
Drane came to slay.
Hadn’t come for her.
Settles for just words.

“We can do this one of two ways.”
A hopeful sigh, speaks our Drane.
“We can fisticuffs, kick and punch,
Or we can, quite simply, cooperate.”

He had already made up his mind.
Blaster is lowered, held in his right
Hand while his left hand’s extending
Toward her, but a Sith isn’t pretending.

“Whatever it is you decide,
We are running out of time.
Do recall we’re on a starship, Jedi.
Things will get a tad tight if we fight.”

@HoneyMagpie

 

[Sybella Demici]

Sybella watched the stranger's hands, cautious as to his intent. She could practically see the wheels spinning within him, mostly because she was considering the very same notion. To attack or not attack? He had a blaster, and she a blade. It would be an interesting fight, none could contest that but as much as she disliked the idea, the Sith was right. They had greater issues to deal with and, if Sybella remembered correctly, there was some sort of truce in effect.

Peace, with the Empire? A laughable notion. Hadn't the Order learnt anything from history? Treachery was in the very nature of the Sith! Sybella didn't need the Force to predict how the future would next unfold; fighting would ensue once more between their fractions, sooner rather than later. Both sides were only collaborating because an even greater threat was rearing its head. The Killiks and their collective hive mind.

How did the old saying go? The enemy of my enemy is my friend.

With a grudging sigh, Sybella mirrored Drane's gesture and lowered her blade. She was, however, more reluctant when it came to taking his hand. This Sith, with his amusing mixture of words...He certainly had an hauteur to him. Coming to a decision, the Serennian shook the stranger's hand.

However, she didn't immediately let it go once their pact had been confirmed. Instead, she held it firmly in her grip, her eyes trained on the gold of his. "If you betray me..."

She let that unfinished threat hang there, in the open air. As honourable as Sybella like to be, she was nothing if not spiteful.

Finally releasing him from her grasp, the kohl-eyed knight focused on the structure above her. Though it may look like she was simply staring up at the ceiling, Sybella was actually gazing upon something far more extensive. Licking her still-bleeding lip, she centred herself whilst reaching out through the Force. Her presence transcended beyond her flesh and glided upwards through the ship as if it Diathim, an angel of space. Sybella was scanning. She was searching. It didn't take her long to find what she sought. Her sabers. They were close, their kyber crystals resonating strongly from within a vault. And they weren't alone. It appeared the Sith's weapons were housed there as well, alongside the rest of the pirate's ill-gotten gains.

Looking at Drane, Sybella made a gesture towards an adjoining passage. "Our lightsabers, they are close but we had better move fast. Unless, of course, you have a better plan?"

 

[Drane T'keen]

Spoiler: Music OOC

A woman’s hand takes a man’s hand.
Drane finds her fingers to be delicate.
Eyes into eyes, tempted is that man.
To raise her hand and give it a kiss.

Yet, Drane is not so indelicate.
He holds her as she holds him.
Fingers curling fingers, that is.
Her hand's on his in a firm grip.

“If you betray me…”
A threat in the open air.
He is amused, not scared.
“Won’t dream of it. Honestly.”

Jedi…
Drane grins.
A kohl-eyed knight.
It does have a ring to it.

The Jedi does her thing.
Gazing through a ceiling.
Drane stands, watches it.
Stands with hands on hips.

"Our lightsabers, they are close
But we had better move fast.
Unless, of course,
You have a better plan?"

“A better plan than
Get lightsabers back?”
He raises a hand at that.
And gives his chin a pinch.

“No, I think that is a superb plan, ma’am.”
His mother always taught him to be polite.
A Sith can be polite even when killing Jedi.
A man is prepared to go slay and also fight.

A man forgets himself.
“Sorry…how rude of me.”
Especially to a lady as well.
“I am Drane. And your name?”

As introductions are passing,
May dismiss with pleasantries.
“We could cut through the ceiling.
If we had our lightsabers…” Grinning.

Sighing, Drane leans over a corpse.
Takes this and that, like a long knife.
“Through the door into the corridor.”
That Sith now has the Jedi at his side.

At the door, he reaches with the Force.
“Some donut patrolling from the left.”
Looks that way then turns his head.
“Maybe a lounge across the floor.”

They could both sense that presence.
In the sense it’s a number of pirates.
“We should keep sneaking for now.”
Hugs walls, opens door, steps out.

After the guard passes by to the right.
Drane’s like a shadow into the light.
You’re gonna be potato pie, mister.
Drane popped out with a whisper.

“JUDO CHOP!”
-WHACK!-
Back of hand.
Upon the back
Not of the head
But guard’s neck.

He falls backwards.
Drane catches in turn.
Drags guard into the brig.
For his Jedi, did not kill him.

“After you, miss, I insist.”
Gestures into the corridor.
“Remember, use the Force.”
An amused—not rude—grin.

@HoneyMagpie

 

[Sybella Demici]

So, the stranger called himself Drane. With skin the colour of ash, and pointed ears, the golden-eyed Sith was certainly an unusual man. Sybella struggled to identify his species. Eventually, she would conclude he was most likely a hybrid of some sort, not that there was anything particularly wrong with that. Still, it made her wonder. Was that the reason for his capture? Were the pirates foolish enough to think they could make a prize out of a Sith champion? Perhaps. But the dark sider was dangerous and had already proved his skill, even without a lightsaber - how could simple scoundrels catch someone like him?

Questions for later. Now was not the time for idle chitchat. Their enemies, like hornets, were swarming and they needed to make their way upwards within the ship.

The Jedi, not without manners of her own, supplied Drane with a name. She did, however, withhold her noble title. "Demici. Sybella Demici."

Many of her compatriots still honoured her high-born origins, going so far as to refer to her as Lady instead of Knight. Technically speaking, she was still heiress to her family's countship but it had been years since Sybella last stepped foot on Serenno; the planet had fallen under the control of the Empire when she was still just a child - as a Jedi, she could never take up her ancestral seat. Going back was simply not an option, not now.

She wondered, rather subconsciously, if Drane knew much of Sith politics. Would he recognise the distinction of her name? Would he dare comment on it? She wouldn't give him such an opportunity; instead, she would spearhead their advance. The champion had, surprisingly, made short work of a patrolman and Sybella made sure to pocket his blaster. She didn't much fancy firearms but any weapon was better than none. Trusty as her dagger was, it could only do so much.

“After you, miss, I insist.” Drane had said, and “Remember, use the Force.”

Try as she might, the haughtiness in which she regarded him could not be contained "And you, good sir, do keep up."

Swift of foot, Sybella breached the open corridor. Finding a console, she quickly sought out a layout of the ship's structure. It was a rather standard model, nothing too complex; brig below, along with storage and non-essentials. The mid-section would be the worst to breach as that housed most of the amenities. Before going any further, they needed to secure their sabers - the fastest way to the ship's vault was through the access passages. A turbolift would take them straight there, if not for the armed guard walking right out to face them.

Taking one look at Sybella, and then at Drane, the Rodian prepared to sound the alert on his communicator. He was, however, silenced by a mind trick.

"Hush. You saw nothing. You report nothing."

"I...saw nothin'." It took a moment, but slowly Force suggestion worked its influence. Finally, he would make his report, commenting through his comms that "I saw nothin'"

Relieved, Sybella pushed her luck further, "Good. Check storage. They could be there."

"I'll check storage...they could be there." With that, the Rodian marched off, as if in a trance. He didn't even give Drane a passing glance, even as he turned the corner out of sight.

Getting to the vault was simple enough as it was only a floor or two above them. The pirates were so busy looking for the escapees, they needn't bother with posting sentries outside and Sybella could see why; the vault was secured with a massive, thick durasteel door. Not even an ion blaster could breach it. The easiest way to get in was with a key, not that they had any to hand. Irked by the delay, the Jedi tried a more direct approach; she tried to break open the vault using nothing but the Force. Hands outstretched, the Serennian pictured a box within her grasp; she then imagined splitting that box open with her bare hands. Metal would bend and it would break, groaning and whining under such visible strain. Layer by layer, the metal would warp until finally, it buckled at the Jedi and her whim. With a steady expelling of breath, Sybella surveyed her work; she did her best to veil her delight, especially with a Sith so close by, watching.

"Perhaps we should part ways here. Divide and conquer, all that nonsense." Retrieving her two lightsabers, the Serennian now felt more than ready to escape those pesky pirates. She also thought it best to leave Drane and his presence; charming as he was, the Jedi wanted to remain cautious.

"Peace be with you, Drane. Perhaps it is best if we do not meet again." With that, Sybella turned, leaving behind her the Sith and his riddles.

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Editing due to thread being dropped