Nalder nodded and said "I will do your bidding love...I'll make sure the Jedi is handled as well as the ones in your way...be deadly as always." He got off and looked at the hooded the figure. "Make your move. My lady blesses your mission..." the creature nodded and left the roof top, Nalder nodding. He would let the pawn handle the pair, and he would handle the Jedi. He jetted off towards the temple, putting the liquid from his mistress into his dart pistol. 

Megara nodded, feeling dizzy again. "I understand...just get me to the main chamber...I can handle myself there. I should be able to protect my self long enough for the plan to work...and your doctor friend to find us..." She pulled her hood up again, her head swimming badly. She was losing it, she knew it. Without a cure soon, she freed that she might lose all her will and control of the force within hours.