The darkness surrounding the space around the moon of Nal Hutta made Ael uneasy. He'd lost contact with Javilla, but he hoped she was safe without his protection.

Though his perception of the future was limited, his Ancestors told him he'd be in danger very soon. It came to no surprise to him that his freighter was boarded by spice traders who assumed he'd have some valuable cargo, be that items or sentients, in order to trade for profit. They were surprised to see it was only a very large male humanoid flying the ship by himself. They figured the five of them could overwhelm the obviously unintimidated man and take his ship.

Without a word, Ael ignited Hak, its purple energy glowing in the darkened compartment of the ship. Though the blade was perfectly round, it's still energy gave off a cool intensity due to the Sigil crystal fitted in the hilt. Though the smugglers were initially frightened, the leader among them shot at Ael without hesitation. The bolt found itself in the head of that who took the shot, and the small human fell to he metal floor.

The others took a moment to see their leader fall before opening fire at their victim. Only a moment passed before each of them mimicked their fallen leader on the floor of his ship. Unexpectedly, the lifeless hand of one of the bodies managed to pull the trigger and shoot Ael's left ribs. His suit deflected most of the heat, but it still singed his skin and burned with a deep sting.

Without reacting to the injury, he sat and meditated for a minute before rising, his skin back to its normal tone and the injury almost entirely healed. But he couldn't tend to it 100% since he felt a familiar and bright presence approaching him.

Over the intercom system of the ship, the voice of the Falleen girl took Ael's attention. "Master, I'll meet you on the surface. I'll be landing at the coordinates I'm sending you now."

His large feet thudded toward the bodies he'd created in his ship and grabbed two arms in each hand. All four bodies dragged across the metal and rubber floor until Ael reached the empty cargo bay. On the other side of the door, he opened the hatch and watched the bodies be sucked away by the lack of gravity.

Wide strides allowed him to reach the cockpit in little time and the amount of automated computers raced his ship toward the coordinates sent to him by his Apprentice. Since there weren't any security protocols to enter the moon's orbit, he raced without much precaution to the landing bay where he would meet his Apprentice. Or, at least, where he thought he would meet her.