Maira Skywalker frowned as she entered her humble hut. Something felt off, but she couldn't put her finger on it. As she looked around, she saw that nothing was out of place. Everything seemed just as she had left it, peaceful and calm. So why did the feeling persist? Shylar would say that she was being paranoid, but Maira felt that was warranted.

After all, Shylar may know most of what had happened to her, but she hadn't actually felt it. That level of pain and guilt wasn't something one could simply walk away from. Maira sighed. She hadn't listened to the warnings before and it had cost her dearly. She wasn't about to make the same mistake twice, so she quickly gathered the bag that she always kept packed and ready to go.

Quickly slipping back out of the hut and making her way down the street, Maira allowed herself to contemplate what to do next. Get Shylar and get off of this planet... and then what? Maira didn't know. She'd never been much of one for planning. Plans were too predictable when there was something chasing you.

Maira made her way to Shylar's hut and entered without even knocking. The young Twi'lek had just finished making some tea and was obviously somewhat annoyed by the intrusion. However, she merely gave a gracious smile as she handed Maira a cup of tea and left to pack, taking the hint from Maira's own bag.

"Where will we go this time?" Shylar asked in her sweet, lilting voice.

"Away." Maira replied, sipping some tea. Warmth instantly flooded through her. She still didn't know what it was about Shylar that made her feel so... comfortable.

"Just away?" Shylar's silvery eyes pierced Maira in a way that was at once scrutinizing and encouraging. She was always trying to get Maira to come up with some idea of what to do next. It was slightly irritating at times, but Maira knew Shylar was a follower. Maira hated being told what to do and Shylar seemed to need permission before she acted.

"We'll get on the cheapest transport we can find and see where they drop us off."

"You say that every time."

"And it's gone alright every time." Maira said, a little helplessly.

"I'm not saying it hasn't." Shylar soothed. "But it never lasts long." She hesitated, something Maira had rarely seen the Twi'lek do when the two of them spoke. "Do you even know what we're running from?"


Rithayn Drolle was furious. Not that that was unusual, she always seemed to be feeling some kind of anger. It was actually quite tiring, but she couldn't seem to help it, which only served to enrage her even further. Today was no exception and she decided to take it out on some training droids. She scoffed as they fell to the ground in pieces. They wouldn't have stood a chance against her before she became a Sith.

Ah, but you're not a Sith yet, are you?

Rithayn screamed, unleashing a powerful blast of Force lightning. How she loathed that voice inside her mind. That voice that sounded so like her Master's.

You'll never be as powerful as he is.

"Shut up!" This time Rithayn decided to punch the wall.

Look at you. So pathetically weak that you instantly resort to childish acts of physical violence. It's no wonder the Jedi didn't want to train you.

Rithayn reached out a hand, summoning her lightsaber to her with the Force.

"Are you going to go destroy some poor Varactyl's?" The weary voice of Pryn Gauth cut through Rithayn's thoughts. She spun to face her Sith Master.

"What's it to you?" She hissed.

"I like Varactyl's." He replied, simply. Rithayn rolled her eyes, she was becoming used to the Sith's strange mannerisms.

"Then you'll be pleased to know that I was planning on taking my frustrations out on this wall."

"What happened to all the training droids I provided you with?" Pryn questioned.

"Destroyed." Pryn arched one eyebrow.

"All 2,675?" Rithayn nodded and he sighed.

"Shoddy workmanship, no doubt. They simply don't make things like they used to." Then he smiled, the white of his teeth startling against his dark crimson skin. "But I suppose that means you are ready for a new sparring partner." With one fluid movement, he produced his lightsaber and activated the dark red beam.

"So you're finally going to fulfill the promise you made to me 5 months ago and train me?" Rithayn activated the dark purple beam of her own lightsaber.

"You mean the promise the Jedi broke?" Pryn was trying to aggravate her and she let him, drawing strength from her anger and using that to power her first strike. He blocked it, easily.

"They took pity on you after that monster destroyed your village, killed your family and maimed you." Pryn continued as he threw her away and they began to warily circle each other. "You were Force sensitive, they knew, and they promised to train you, so you could avenge your fallen family. But they lied!" She snapped, charging in to begin aimlessly striking, her rage completely blinding her.

Pryn spun his lightsaber faster than she could see and countered every one of her blows. His other hand came up, releasing force lightning to strike her. She was thrown halfway across the room by that one blow, her lightsaber falling away and deactivating. She glared defiantly up at him as he stood over her, lightsaber pointed straight at her heart.

"The Jedi are not completely wrong." He told her. "Your anger fuels you, but if you do not control it, it will control you." He paused, making sure his words were having an impact. "And when you let your anger control you like this, you become like a small child throwing a tantrum and you are easily bested." With that, he deactivated his lightsaber and stretched out his hand to help his apprentice up.