The conversation with Null when she returned to the ship was a strange one. Lianna had spent a good chunk of the time in her head trying to sort out her thoughts. But the words 'train you' seemed to ring strange. 'I need to train you if we're to have a hope of killing him'. That was what she had said. It seemed strange but obvious. Of course she couldn't exactly walk up to Vader and not expect to be killed in short order. But the Jedi and Sith trained for years upon years to master their craft. Who knows what would happen in that time? It wasn't like they could train in the confines of this ship either. It might have had enough room for her to mill about in, but there was little more than that. Concordia? Mandalore? The Hutts? Since when was the empire at war with the Hutts? The gang she had been part of had done fruitful trading with them for the past few years and now suddenly they were public enemy number one. Still, it didn't do to not co-operate at this stage of whatever the grand plan would be. She knew as much as she loathed this cat woman she still needed her...for now. 

"But how the heck am I going to avoid his gaze? Don't you think when I start being able to use the force and my crystal that he's going to notice? He didn't exactly get this far by ignoring such things. Even if you told him I was dead, he's going to realize you're lying to him, and then we'll have the entire galaxy on top of us. I hope you have some kind of plan, because I'm not staying cooped up in some force-proof room...if I'm going to help you do the impossible I'll need to be able to test the limits of what I can do."
Despite her words it seemed odd that Lianna had even agreed to join her. The reason for her anger already seemed like a lifetime ago, though thoughts of revenge still flitted in and out, she knew it would come to that eventually. Even though her life was currently in the hands of Null, the cat needed her, that much was clear. Such knowledge would hopefully provide to be a powerful bargaining tool someday.