A familiar form swung by her in the hall. Sarah caught it by the arm, and swung it around.

"Gillis!" she said. "My man, Gillis!"

Gillis whipped his arm out of her grasp, instantly defensive.

"What?" he snapped.

She raised her palms, peaceably. "Whoa.Why so tense?"

"You sent me back to the Temple broken and bloody, and, after promising reform, bunched the veins in my neck together to stop the flow of blood until I passed out."

She squinted. "Not quite sure I promised reform. Anyway, I did it for a very good cause. I was playing hooky."

He tried to side step around her, and she stepped with him, frowning.

"Are you trying to get rid of me, Gillis?" she said, with feigned suspicion.

"I haven't got time to play, Sarah." he said. "The fake ship is about to be towed away for scrap metal, and this needs to go with it."

He raised the remote Obi-Wan had used the day before to lower the ramp, and again tried to side step her. They collided, banging chests, and she righted herself with a flip of her hair.

"And what, you haven't got five seconds to dispense some sage advice to a desperate Initiate?" she said, crossing her arms.

"Shouldn't you be in History class?" he asked.

"HELP ME, GILLIS!" she cried, hugging him round the middle, and sliding down dramatically. "I NEED YOUR LAW-ATTENTIVE WISDOM!"

Gillis sighed. Then he grasped her upper arm in one hand, and tugged her to her feet.

"No, there's nothing that can be done for your friend." he said, cutting to the chase. "He took the Sith oath. Once the Dark Side has filled you, you can never go back."

She nodded, curtly. "Right. Got it."

He felt a little bad for her.

"Brighten up, Sarah." he said. "You've taken your first step on the finer path. When you're a Jedi, you can help prevent men from turning to the Dark in the first place."

She shook her head.

"Wow." she said. "That does not cheer me up at all."

He feigned hitting her arm with the pack of cards.

"Until later, Sarah."

"See ya, Gillis."

With a nod at the guards down the hall, Sarah entered the cell. It was the last contact they'd allow her to have with him, no matter what his fate. They feared his influence.

The cell was about the same size as her room, but the bed was nicer(of frigging course). Dorimy's back faced her as he looked out the floor length window of transparent aluminum. It had a grand view of the city, either a taunt of a last mercy. Around his wrists were pulsing iron bracelets. The Force disorientating energy cuffs Dooku had mentioned. Sarah already had her arm around his shoulders before he could turn.

"How we doing, friend?" she asked.

He looked at her, then back out the window. "He's after you."

"And who would that be, Dorimy?"

"My Master. He knows how powerful you are, and if there's anything the Sith are all about, it's power."

"I though you said they were all about freeing your emotions, and individuality of spirit-"

"Shut up. He won't give up. Since using me didn't work, he'll be looking into less reputable methods."

"Like what?"

"I don't know, Sarah! Less reputable."

"Ohhhhh. Well, since you're feeling so charitable, you wouldn't happen to remember this Master's name, would you?"

"He'd never have divulged it to a flight risk like me."

"Well, you sure showed him, didn't you?" she said, squeezing his shoulder companionably. "You could've gone and warned me to stay away, and you didn't!"

"Yeah, how's that for a legacy? Here dies a perfectly loyal Sith." He spat the word.

"Damn," she sighed, "you're a bummer when you're on death row. OH, LOOK, THERE IT IS!"

On the docks outside, they were hooking the ship up to a garbage scow.

"My fake ship, the one you fell for!" she said, pointing excitedly. "Oh, will you just look at how fake that is! So fake. Mr. Fake Fake-ity Fake-Face, from Faketown, Fake-ania! And so's his dad."

"You're mean." said Dorimy.

Sarah pulled out the remote, and started pressing buttons. The ship broke free of the scow. Dorimy's morbid lethargy was sparked with excitement, and he looked from her to the ship, hardly daring to hope.

She winced. "Yeah, the Jedi told me to make it look like a working, alien ship, but I may have actually made ita working, alien ship."

It started flying towards their window.

"You see, I had to wait till you were convicted, Dorimy. The Sith have no use for a member whose identity is plastered all over the news, and life on the run is better than life as an eventual murderer."

"You beautiful woman," he said, "come with me!"

She gave him a small smile, and lifted her hair. A small, iron tracer flared green at the back of her neck.

"Not today, friend." she said. "Now go and live the freeist of lives."

He leaned forward.

"No time." she said.

She pressed a button, and the ship vaporized the window.

A second later, and the door burst open, letting in two guards with lightsabers drawn. The Time Lady was facing them, the open sky outlining her, wind buffeting through her black hair. They were just in time to see Dorimy's ship accelerating into the sky over her shoulder.

She shrugged.

"Oops." she said.

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