My "opponent" was quicker than the last, nearly catching me in its grips. I attempted to drive it back with my scare but it was not deterred. i sighed, once again marshalling my concentration to send the creature tumbling from its perch. I moved forward quickly and put the beast out of it's misery. As I slid my sabre into it, the Sith made a comment. At the word differences I snorted. What a fine euphemism he'd chosen. Either he had a sense of humour, or a warped sense of reality. But I oddly felt lighter, like the tension I'd been holding in was released.

His sabre was still lit and I doubted he'd want to part with it now. I reminded myself I had the collars control. If he turned on me I'd have the upper hand.

"Sure, sure," I said. "After you."

It occurred to me once he got me past the ships security I could just leave him here on the planet. I wouldn't, of course... That would be vindictive. But I smirked at the thought, then scolded myself. Master had warned me about those kind of thoughts.

Though I realized I did need to decide what I would do with him, and soon.