Flipping around, the Sith Lord landed on his feet atop the back of the speeder as though he'd been practicing landing on his feet all the time, every time.

"If the Padawan gets away, Arkaos and Arkana are going to be yelling in my ear for the rest of the day. I'd like to avoid that if possible." The Sith lord said to Izumi as he shifted into the passenger seat, stowing his lightsaber away for now as he braced himself for high-speed pursuit.

"Somehow I feel like by the time we catch up though, it'll be too late. I can almost hear their ire already." Zerenis said through gritted teeth as he clenched his fists tightly. He hated working with those two pureblood upstarts, and merely being in their presence was enough to put him in a bad mood. Were he able to get away with it, he'd have left those two dead in a ditch long ago, and he made no secret of it to Izumi. He personally hopes they get killed in some fittingly ironic way.

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At this point, Mark was understandably getting nervous. Worried that an Imperial Squadron would come in at a moment's notice and recognize him, he hurried into his ship and began warming up the engines. Till the vessel was loaded and the engines were primed, he set the ship's turrets to automated defence, bracing himself for an inevitable imperial encounter. The more careful individuals would be able to evade detection by the turrets, and slip into the cargo containers.