"I could care less about what happens to blondie. I'll only give you two choices... One, come with me and together we'll become the strongest Sith in the galaxy, Master and Apprentice. Or two, I'll drag your lumbering self off this stormy hellhole of a planet and throw you in the cargo hold." Karavus said indifferently, taking his curved lightsaber off his belt.

Rynari raised an eyebrow at Oram's attempt at keeping her safely out of all this, "He forgot option three... Listen, we can fight past him and take the shuttle. Together he won't be able to take us," she tried to persuade her hopefully-fellow Jedi. The rising pressure from the Sith's direction foretold an unwinnable battle. But an escape? All they needed was time, not a victory.