Many things could happen in urgent missions against powerful foes.
"So your Master was here all along. Well-played, Padawan."
One of the more aggravating ones was to find a few of your enemies in the airlock, holding your padawan hostage.
"Your lies convinced even Darth Angral."
The sith was... as much a sith as expected, dressed in black robes, displaying the ashen skin and reddish eyes of someone consumed by the Dark Side. And escorted by a few lesser cronies.
"Put down that lightsaber and step away from my Padawan."
"Spare me your pathetic demands" the Sith hissed with all the expected arrogance. "I hold the power here, not you. Imperial Intelligence noticed this girl wandering the station and alerted my master. Unfortunately, we were led to believe you weren't here."
"Told them you were on Corellia" Kira grinned. "Suckers."
"No matter, we have you now. Surrender, unless you want your Padawan to die."
"He's lying, he can't kill me. Angral ordered him to take me to Dromund Kaas" the young woman smirked, then turned somber. "Don't worry about me, just get rid of Lord Pompous here."
"I'll never understand what drives you Jedi to throw away your lives" the Sith looked between Idilan and Kira. "You risk certain death over misguided sense of duty?"
"I'm not surprised that a Sith can't understand loyalty" Idilan's posture was relaxed as he drew his lightsaber; behind Kira and the Sith, the presumed apprentices were pacing restlessly, over-eager to fight. Beside himself, he had T7, and he could tell Kira, despite the heavy cuffs, would not be helpless. "Usually I'd offer to let you go if you surrendered now, but I can tell it would be a waste of words."
"My, aren't you the interesting one? Pity you have to die" the Sith was making the decision to fight too easy, clinging to his imagined superiority by way of that mocking tone. "When I present Darth Angral with your head, he'll be most appreciative."
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"So your Master was here all along. Well-played, Padawan."
One of the more aggravating ones was to find a few of your enemies in the airlock, holding your padawan hostage.
"Your lies convinced even Darth Angral."
The sith was... as much a sith as expected, dressed in black robes, displaying the ashen skin and reddish eyes of someone consumed by the Dark Side. And escorted by a few lesser cronies.
"Put down that lightsaber and step away from my Padawan."
"Spare me your pathetic demands" the Sith hissed with all the expected arrogance. "I hold the power here, not you. Imperial Intelligence noticed this girl wandering the station and alerted my master. Unfortunately, we were led to believe you weren't here."
"Told them you were on Corellia" Kira grinned. "Suckers."
"No matter, we have you now. Surrender, unless you want your Padawan to die."
"He's lying, he can't kill me. Angral ordered him to take me to Dromund Kaas" the young woman smirked, then turned somber. "Don't worry about me, just get rid of Lord Pompous here."
"I'll never understand what drives you Jedi to throw away your lives" the Sith looked between Idilan and Kira. "You risk certain death over misguided sense of duty?"
"I'm not surprised that a Sith can't understand loyalty" Idilan's posture was relaxed as he drew his lightsaber; behind Kira and the Sith, the presumed apprentices were pacing restlessly, over-eager to fight. Beside himself, he had T7, and he could tell Kira, despite the heavy cuffs, would not be helpless. "Usually I'd offer to let you go if you surrendered now, but I can tell it would be a waste of words."
"My, aren't you the interesting one? Pity you have to die" the Sith was making the decision to fight too easy, clinging to his imagined superiority by way of that mocking tone. "When I present Darth Angral with your head, he'll be most appreciative."