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Flipping around, the Sith Lord landed on his feet atop the back of the speeder as though he'd been practicing landing on his feet all the time, every time.

"If the Padawan gets away, Arkaos and Arkana are going to be yelling in my ear for the rest of the day. I'd like to avoid that if possible." The Sith lord said to Izumi as he shifted into the passenger seat, stowing his lightsaber away for now as he braced himself for high-speed pursuit.

"Somehow I feel like by the time we catch up though, it'll be too late. I can almost hear their ire already." Zerenis said through gritted teeth as he clenched his fists tightly. He hated working with those two pureblood upstarts, and merely being in their presence was enough to put him in a bad mood. Were he able to get away with it, he'd have left those two dead in a ditch long ago, and he made no secret of it to Izumi. He personally hopes they get killed in some fittingly ironic way.

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At this point, Mark was understandably getting nervous. Worried that an Imperial Squadron would come in at a moment's notice and recognize him, he hurried into his ship and began warming up the engines. Till the vessel was loaded and the engines were primed, he set the ship's turrets to automated defence, bracing himself for an inevitable imperial encounter. The more careful individuals would be able to evade detection by the turrets, and slip into the cargo containers.
Although Zerenis did brace himself the moment he saw Lunaris' hands move, he was still knocked off balance, and left hanging off the back of the speeder. Gripping his lightsaber firmly, he was prepared to run it clean through the engine block.

"...Alright, if you're gonna be that way then-" Zerenis didn't even get to finish the sentence as the engine shut off on it's own, and the Speeder began to descend uncontrollably.

"...Saves me SOME trouble, but... Hope she's not slept in today." Zerenis said, as he purposely let go of the speeder and began to fall.

"Lightning Stalker to Azure Twintails. Requesting mid-air pickup!"
"I never really knew my folks, so I can't help you there." Izaroth said, shrugging as he walked.

"I pretty much built a whole ship from scrap to get off the world I was practically ditched on when I was a kid, which over time, through repairs, modifications, and day-to-day operations here and there, became the vessel I use to this day." The white haired warrior said as he looked at Blaze, before returning his gaze forward.

"It's not a large ship by any means, but it can really move. A little something I cooked up when I grew fed up of conventional space travel one day. Helped me survive a few skirmishes too. Sometimes retreat is an effective strategy in and of itself."
"Foolish Neophyte... You don't quite seem to realise the predicament you're in. You're not dealing with some low level acolyte... You're dealing with an honest-to-gods Sith." Zerenis said with an ominous sense of calm as he pointed his lightsaber downwards, away from Ashtev... And towards the speeder itself.

"You will stop now, and surrender yourselves or we can all enjoy a crash landing." Zerenis said, making it clear he had no qualms about sending them into the wall of a nearby building, or crashing into the middle of a street, whichever came first.

"And you... I have a lot of questions for YOU." Zerenis said, looking at Lunaris with extreme annoyance. The sith kept a firm grip on his lightsaber while securely remaining upright, using his other hand for support.
"It won't be first class food, but I plan to cook a feast to welcome yours and Serena's safe, if somewhat over the top arrival. I'm used to living on the road, making do with whatever foodstuffs I have to hand at the time. Sometimes a loaf of bread, some herbs for seasoning, and a leg of meat at moderate times, other times I have to hunt for something edible." Cronic said as he paid for a sizable amount of meat before moving onto fruit and vegetables.

"But if this is the kind of stuff I can get through honest work while settled in to a city, I might just claim land of my own later on, settle down and work there. Only so much you can get out of a nomadic lifestyle, afterall." Cronic said to Yuki as he began choosing a selection of fruits and vegetables, and paying for it.

"It'll probably take me a few hours to get everything ready, but I'm sure the aroma will wake Serena up alright."
"Only child, as far as I know. Never knew my folks. Been a drifter for the majority of my life so far, so the decision's a lot easier for me to make, at least. And that was a hell of a brutal initiation..." Izaroth said, as he took out a rounded cylinder from his old gi with a switch on the top and pressed it with his thumb, and the cylinder in question then beeped a few times before a green light lit up, illuminating the switch.

"Alright. My ship got the signal, at least. Probably be a while before it gets here though. I forgot what course I'd charted prior to being warped here." The silver-haired Saiyan said to himself, before returning his attention to Trunks.

"Either way, the important thing is getting her back home as soon as possible so she can speak with her folks, right?"
"I need to go fill up on cooking material. We ARE feeding twice as many mouths now. Be a lot easier to think about what we should be doing on a full stomach." Cronic said as he got up to his feet, stretching his arms as he stepped past Haru, picking up a pair of baskets on his way out. Cronic didn't quite trust the resistance fighter yet, and wasn't exactly keen on being pulled into a guerilla war just yet if he could help it. Pushing those thoughts to the back of his head, he headed towards the market with baskets in hand.

With twice as many heads now living under the roof, he wanted to make sure he could feed them all. Hell, he felt like cooking a feast to celebrate their arrival anyway, so surplus ingredients wouldn't go amiss. With that thought in mind, the Imperial began purchasing the relevant ingredients from the myriad stalls.
Zerenis immediately dropped what he was doing and broke into a sprint when it looked like the Speeder was about to escape. As he reached the very edge of the platform, he jumped with all his might... And grabbed hold of the back of the Speeder with his right hand. If he'd have screwed up, unless he could grab something on the way down, he'd have fallen to his demise. Said issue was still a problem, however, as he now had to contend with the Speeder's occupants as he pulled himself up onto the rear of the Speeder. But the alternative was not being able to catch up to them in time.

"I will only say this once. Land now, or I shall MAKE you." Zerenis said, the venom practically oozing from his voice as he recalled his lightsaber, pointing it at Ashtev with intent to kill in his eyes.
Zerenis was quick to notice the race of the escaping Lunaris when her hood fell back, and he redoubled his efforts to not let her get away, focusing his attention on the chiss's speeder with well-aimed lightning strikes directed towards the speeder's thrusters with one hand, and hurling his lightsaber towards said speeder as well, doing whatever it took to prevent the speeder's launch.

"That they are Chiss and a Jedi as well, warrants investigation. Odds are they also took Draconis' lightsaber too. Arkana and Arkaos can have the lightsaber, but I am taking her alive by any means necessary." Zerenis thought to himself as he picked up his pace to close the gap, aiming to leap onto the vehicle if necessary.

"Do what you will with the boy. The girl is mine." Zerenis shouted to Arkana, maintaining the lightning strikes and controlling his lightsaber, and moving as fast as his concentration on the two would allow.

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Nar Shaddaa Spaceport

Whilst overseeing the final loading of cargo onto the ship, an announcement detailing the current events transpiring in the city streets came onto the speakers within the spaceport's hangar. Naturally, this did not sit well with the Pureblood Smuggler, and spoke to the droid leading the workforce.

"With all due respect, how much longer will it take to finish loading the cargo onto the ship?" Mark said to the Droid, which turned to look at him in response.

"It will be another half hour at minimum, and an hour at most. Is there a problem sir?" The droid spoke in response.

"Going from that announcement, if there's a Jedi fugitive involved, then the likely response from the Imperials is to blockade the spaceport. I need to be long gone before that happens." Mark said, looking somewhat concerned about the whole turn of events.

"I apologize sir, but given the delicate nature of your chosen cargo, I cannot hasten the process without damaging the contents, or causing an unintended detonation." The droid said, and the smuggler sighed in response.

"Just my luck... Of all the days I need to resupply, this happens."
Naturally, Zerenis wasted no time in drawing his lightsaber and hurling it through the crowd to get them to disperse, even if he did cut down a few of them in the process, before following up with a powerful surge of force lightning towards the cloaked Lunaris, and by extension, Ashtev. If she got onto that speeder and took off, she'd be long gone by the time they caught up to it. The Chiss Sith was determined to make sure that does not happen.

"Close in and prevent the launch of that speeder at all costs. The Jedi must NOT be allowed to escape!" Zerenis said, turning his head slightly to look at Arkana as he sustained the force lightning whilst proceeding at a steady pace, using himself as a diversion for Arkana as he recalled his lightsaber telekinetically. With a little luck, his lightshow would keep Lunaris and Ashtev's attention focused on him as force lightning ravaged the area surrounding them.

You shall not escape that easily.
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