[i][b]"Get on the bike, Brye."[/b][/i]

It had all happened in a few short moments. One moment Brye was seated on the speeder with Grim, eyeing the line of Sith and Mandalorian who stood before them. She stopped not far behind her Master. Her mind had been focused on the previous fight. Brye was pushing away any creeping exhaustion or pain she felt, prepared to push on as needed. 
Those thoughts were fleeting though as she observed the group standing before she and Satele. Brye could wield her lightsaber, she [i]would[/i] wield her saber for her Master. Odds or not Brye would not doubt the strength they had together... but she was mistaken. 

She wanted to speak up, to protest, to suggest another course of action, but the tone of Satele's voice told the young Padawan otherwise. It was not often Bryethe doubted her Master's orders. She [i]believed[/i] in Satele and her capabilities, but this was almost too much. Ten Sith, plus Mandalorians, all odds pointing away from her Master. Yet something told her there was a reason behind the command. 

So Brye did just that. She dismounted the heavy speeder and climbed onto her Master's bike, hands gripping the handles tightly as she waited for further instruction. 

There was an extreme amount of tension, at least that's what Brye felt, as both sides stood their ground, neither moving nor letting their guard down.

 [i][b]"Swift and safe get on that ship."[/b][/i]

Satele turned and without hesitation, instructed Brye back to the ship. Alone. Just Padawan, no Master. One without the other. The young Padawan wanted to protest, she wanted to show how against this she was, but Brye also knew better. There was a time to question orders and there was a time not to, this was a time to follow orders quickly and without hesitation. 

Brye's hands were shaking as she held the handles of the speeder tight, turning quickly and accelerating away from the scene. There was a moment of silence between she and Satele. Go, she said. Brye's eyes met her Master's. It wasn't the last time it would happen though, it couldn't be. 
The young Jedi had faith in Satele. Now all Brye had to do was return and prepare the ship. Once her Master returned they would leave immediately 

Miles passed, Bryethe's mind wandered, and the freighter Starshine came into view. 
Brye could feel her mind wandering. As the speeder bike slowed as it neared the ship, Brye took a deep breath and slipped off the seat. 

[i]I just... need...[/i]

The girl stopped suddenly, an odd feeling washing over her mind. She suddenly drew her blue-bladed saber from her side, flipping around towards the direction she had just came and holding it out in front of her towards the Dxun darkness.

[i]"It shouldn't have happened this way, young Jedi. She should've come with us. Now there can't be anything but blood..."[/i]

A deep, raspy voice accompanied a tall dark figure as it emerged from the Dxun darkness. Red saber ignited with showed the position of another figure not far behind. Two Sith emerged from the darkness, slowly walking towards Brye, faces clad in black masks, long robes and armor adorning their sturdy frames. 

"It doesn't have to be anyone's blood. Not mine, not yours." Brye spoke, keeping her saber held in front, the speeder bike in between the Sith and Jedi Padawan. 

Suddenly, through use of the Force, the speeder bike was thrusted towards Brye, who had just enough time to avoid the projectile, diving to the side with a roll as she got back to her feet. 

The two Sith were on her suddenly, a flurry of red on blue as sabers collided, igniting the Dxun darkness around them. 
She was beaten, bloody and bruised. Outmatched in the first fight, outmatched here. But she could fight, and fight Brye would do.