Flambe shook her head, strands of straight crimson hair fell in front of her face. "I don't go around killing people, not without a good reason that is." She said, aiming the rifle at a cinder block on the ground. She pulled the trigger and a purple bolt seared through the air from the weapon, burning straight through the rock. She looked at the damaged with an affirmative nod and placed the rifle back into it's case. "So. Is there any particular, and by particular I mean good, reason you want to see the boss?" She asked, her voice smooth and methodical, chillingly so. 

"Well, who doesn't ya know? The only reason I'm still on this shit heap planet is to make it big, live the easy life. I've got connections, whatever you want, I can get it." The dealer said, his eyes hungry. Flambe closed the case and turned to the man. Her gaze was different, it was as if she'd lost all interest in the conversation.

"Boring. The boss would be wasting his time meeting you." She crossed her arms and looked down solemnly. "Money, power, women, men. It's always the same, such base passions. If all you have to offer is the fruits of others labor then you have no place among us."

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As the ship's hanger door closed the shooting from outside stopped. "Well, we can't go back that way, we'll need to find another way out of here." Kale turned and looked at his surroundings. The ship they had entered was quite large, enough that someone could easily get lost if they weren't careful. Before they could make their next move the ship suddenly began to shake. Lights came to life, and the roar of an engine could be heard. The crackle of a speaker system turning on could be heard from above.

"Hello, is this thing on?... Yeah, it's on, good good." An excited, almost anxious voice spoke through the speakers. "I'm Flare, your captor soon to be murderer. Oh man I can't believe I bagged three whole Jedi and uh, I'm sorry who are you? The glass of blue milk over there."

Fufuro frowned at a nearby speaker. "My day's been bad enough, could you just kill me already?" She said. 

"Oh, reverse psychology? Good idea but I doubt it'll work here." Lahana said. "This guy sounds like he's missing a few bolts in his head." She stepped forward. "Are you the one that took off with Blank?" She demanded.

"...Yeah? Duh. Listen, I'm sending some robots to come kill you now. Try not to die too quick, I'm recording this and people pay good money for death matches." The voice from the speakers boomed. Meanwhile Kale was quiet, focusing. 

"This way, I sense someone inside of this ship, it may be this man." He began to walk forward quickly but with caution. 

"Ah... right, you Jedi can do that, can't you? Well it won't matter, see ya never-because-you'll-be-dead!" The speakers died down as they were flipped off. 

"Thank goodness, talk about annoying." Fufuro remarked as she began to follow Kale. As they moved the sound of something metallic rolling against the floors of the ship could be heard rapidly approaching. As they turned a corner they were headed off by five robots curled into balls. "Wait, are those? No way, that design hasn't been seen since-" The robots uncurled their bodies, then walking on tripodal legs. "Crap, we need to get out of here!" Fufuro ran into an open room in the corridor just as the droids activated shielding and began opening fire. Lahana and Kale followed Fufuro into the room, which appeared to be a wrecked dining area.

"Alright, we need to get past those things." Kale said, keeping an eye on the entrance. Her lifted a large steel table with the force and barricaded the door with it.

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Blank let out an amused puff of air. "A Sith? You mean one of those angry dudes that look like they've been laying in the sun for too long? Nah, I don't think so. As for the dark side..." Blank tilted his head and cupped his chin with his right hand. "You mean this?" A wave of sinister darkness could suddenly be felt from Blank, only for it to vanish just as suddenly. "I'm gonna guess that this is what the Sith were always on about. If your buddy felt it from me I'm gonna assume it's only because it's what he expected to feel, perception is strange like that. It's always there, I bet you have it too. I can see how people are drawn towards it, but honestly I've never cared." Blank shrugged his shoulders. "There's nothing for it to latch onto. I can call on it and it comes running like a starved animal, only to toss it away... That's funny, don't think I've ever actually talked about this with anyone." Blank let out a low grumble, as if he were ruminating something.