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Mithias again glanced back as the rattle of Divimon's attack was felt in spite of the shields. Starkiller's unreadable expression and unflinching gait were unnerving in the face of what was clearly a pressing matter. The base was still under attack, but his escort was ignoring it. Mithias turned his eyes back to the front, and he pondered his options. They had just reached a holding cell. 

Starkiller didn't appear to have any interest in Mithias other than detaining him, at least for the moment. Mithias thought he would give the general one last appear to reason. "You should decide quickly it seems." The troopers walked him in and turned around to leave him, and Mithias realized that his telekinesis was vastly weakened by the enchantments or technology that powered the cell. He looked at his hand, then back to Starkiller as the metal bars of the door closed in between them. 

"Starkiller." Mithias was able to mind-read his name before the Sith realized he had left himself vulnerable to it, but it got his attention. "I can help you defend your base. I know you don't trust me yet, but consider that you have something I want. We can strike a deal. Release me to assist you, and in return, all I ask is that you put me on a ship. I am far more capable than you realize, and you've already shown that you can catch me and kill me should I try to doublecross you." Mithias fully intended to stand by his promise and it wasn't fear that was motivating him. For some reason it seemed like he was strangely bound to keep his word. "We could become allies, or we could become enemies. Either path begins here."