Naraal sat on a small starship with his hood pulled off his head, a farce smile beaming at a barely laughable joke from the girl beside him. Her dark hair fell to her back in straight waves, her brown eyes were warm and innocent. He had convinced this family of two -a mother and her daughter- to allow him to travel with them. Though the initial idea had been to play pitiful and weak, it quickly changed upon noticing that the daughter was near his age. He tugged at her heart-strings until she was just infatuated enough to help him in his campaign to board with them. Of course they had to pay for a extra passenger but he could care less about their credits. 

Even now, he could still feel the conflict rippling from a certain planet not too far away; its death and pain latching itself onto him. 

"Keskin is okay but I prefer the rural life on Virgillia. It has a very quaint and beautiful aspect to it," spoke the girl, her arm firmly wrapped around Naraal's own. 

"Now, now Maria, please remove your arm from his. Don't pester him all day," Her mother intervened with a gentle tone. As the daughter unwound her arm from his, Naraal believed that that would had been the image of his own mother were the roles switched. But then he remembered the greedy contortions that was the last visage he had of her, and the ship shook just a bit from a leak of the dark side inside of him. 

The mother and daughter grabbed the seats in front of them before hearing the pilot chime in from the cockpit. "Sorry everyone, a unknown turbulence came out of nowhere. I'll be perceptive of these from here on out." It was but a moment later that Naraal had reigned himself in and wrapped his fingers in Maria's stealthily. He smiled at her as she turned in surprised then oddly enough, turned her surprise into joy far too quickly. "It scared me a bit, I hope that doesn't happen again," whispered Maria, her gripped tightening further. 

"Me too, that's why I'm happy I had someone beside me," He told her. 

She giggled, unknowing of Naraal's dark plans for this ship. It would be a mess, of that much he was sure. But if he was to get to that battlefield, then he would need to commandeer it. And that meant by any means necessary. [i]Even if it means... death for you all,[/i] He thought, still feigning a smile to the flirtatious Maria.