Orias sat back in his cockpit and lent back. He looked around at the controls. This ship was a VERY old design. Of course, the Theed Shipyards had had very little reason to come up with new designs as the old N-1's had worked swimmingly. But, the main reason he had wanted this one was because of his liege. As a Child, Vader had single-handedly defeated an entire Blockade fleet using one of these... Ok, not one of these, he had used an N-1, whereas this was an N-1-7. It was much more nimble and light on its feet than its predecessor, although looking identical. Suddenly, he felt a twinge in the force and pulled hard-right, spinning out of the way of incoming fire. "Good luck, Jedi." he smirked. He began pressing buttons to get coordinates from the navi-computer. Until the calculations were complete, he'd have to hold the Jedi off. Performing a loop, he slammed the ship into attack speed and darted straight for her. Luckily for her, his piloting skills were not those of Lord Vader. Luckily for him, so were hers...

Narrowly avoiding each other, she fired off several shots to try and cripple his engines, but a quick spin avoided it. Coming about, he targetted her engines. Dead Jedi and Sith were not something that the Acolytes wanted on their hands at the moment, it would make them a target. The green bolts lanced from the nose-gun, but her skills were enough to avoid them with only minimal carbon-scarring across the wing of the fighter. The Jedi's fighter pulled into a hard dive, just before they were about to collide with a large freighter. Orias was forced to pull up. He, naturally, tried to make a break for open space, just as the Navi-computer came through with the calculations. He pressed the Hyperdrive controls forwards, but the ship was just sent into a spin, facing towards a large ship, obviously equipped with a Gravity Well Generator. He seethed. "Alright, sorry Jedi, gotta make this look like a Sith attack or my people are dead. I'll be joining you soon, my lord..." he said with a sigh. Acquiring her fighter on the scope he pushed the fighters engines to max in an attempt to ram. She tried to veer off at first, but soon brought the cannons to bare. He didn't care about being destroyed, as it would only shorten his life by about 2 seconds, not much he could do with them. But to his surprise, the bright blue energy blasts simply knocked out all of the electrics. The fighter floated helplessly in space. He slowed his heart-rate and took one last deep breath as he entered a state of Force sufficiency, where the force would provide the necessary air to live. The fighters were then swallowed by the large Interdictor ship.

Orias' plan was simple, as soon as they opened the cockpit to retrieve him, he would jump them and fight his way to the interdiction system, sabotaging it, then back down here to rescue his fighter before getting the hell out of the sector. Unfortunately, the Republic troops had been briefed about the fact that it was a Sith in the cockpit. As soon as the hatch slid forwards, a soldier appeared at either side of the cockpit, unloading 5 stun-blasts into him to make sure he was unconscious. This, was not something Orias could shrug off.

He awoke in a cell, his arms and legs restrained and a force-field preventing his escape, even if he were to break the physical bonds. The Jedi was stood in front of him. Asking questions and, from the sounds of it, stroking her own ego. "So, you're the Jedi that tracked me down? I have to say, I feel completely ashamed of myself. I suppose Master didn't beat me hard enough during the training." he said, trying to sound like a Sith. There was still a chance that he could convince them that he was a Sith... Unfortunately, he had gone out of his way to not kill people, which was a trait most un-Sith-like... As was the attempted Kamikaze, Sith value their own lives above all else. All things considered, he would have to put on quite the stellar performance in order to not get found out. "Be careful, young one, pride, like all fun things in life, is a path to the Dark Side." he sneared. "Now, release me and I may not turn you inside out when I am released. Who knows, I don't actually have an apprentice. Maybe I could show you the true power of the force." He was trying to sound as un-charismatic as possible to hopefully have her reject him. Honestly, at this point, if she said yes, he'd be rather stumped. But it was all down to her deductive skills to determine his fate.