A tremor shook the pod that Naraal stood in, and he had the mind to believe it shook the entire ship as well. At first the youth believed the pilot or daughter to be pulling some idea of vengeance; the thought that they had locked him in had inspired a fresh rush of primordial anger, boiling the dark side inside.

He bent down and picked up the knife that he dropped before ripping open the door with the force. A current of static shrieked as the door jammed in its slider. Stepping out he looked over towards Maria; her face showed a degree of surprise and then noticing him... fear. 

The girl posed no threat, he decided. Her body was still rattled with fear, her form physically shaking. So he moved on to the cockpit. “What is going on here? I thought you were going to launch me to Abridon.” 

The Twi'lek's was busy at work on the console. “We're trapped in a tractor beam!” 

He narrowed his eyes. Just the thought of Jedi possibly pulling him in made him worry. His master had mentioned that force-users could sense others like them. [i]Are they coming for me? He told me not to get caught.[/i] 

Grasping the back of the pilot's chair, Naraal leaned over the side of the woman; hoping that the dark side would lend him a hand in getting away. Unfortunately it only anchored him to a deep pool of malice, bringing to his attention the ripples that fed him. It had not been the battleground like he had thought, it was... something else entirely. 

Fixing his silver eyes on the intangible thread that the dark side led him to, he placed his pale hand onto the Twi'lek's shoulder, relaying an unspoken order to cease her actions. “I think things are about to get interesting for me. Let's see where the ship takes us,” He told her. 

“No!” she reproofed. “This is your fault! I won't be swept up in the whims of a chi-” 

Silence cut through her words, followed by a spine-chilling gurgling. Naraal looked on coldly as a pool of crimson leaked from the laceration in the Twi'lek's throat. It took but a moment for her to become still, lifeless. “I'm not a child. I'm a Sith.” 

With a sigh, he tossed the blade down between her legs before walking back out the cockpit and taking a seat on the opposite row ofthe daughter.[i]That's three people now... I've killed three people since leaving my master,[/i] He told himself while reaching back and pulling his hood over his head. [I]I bet I've made my mother proud.[/i]