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Darth Lyans smile only grew as she saw the small girl try to stand her ground and act far tougher than she looked, this was good, it showed she had some fire in her gut and a will to not be made weak. It seemed the lessons of the Jedi hadn't done much to temper her pride, she could sense that as much. This small girl could prove to be very very useful indeed and if not then it would at least provide her with some small form of entertainment at Kyrats expense no matter the outcome. Standing back up to her feet Darth Lyan reached out a slender hand to assist the younger girl upwards.
"Well, little Aryell, I'm afraid you don't have much choice about wanting to hinder us, or indeed if you wish to leave our fine company." As if to accompany her point there was a thrum that ran through the body of the ship and the lights flickered ever so slightly. "Because we just made the jump to hyperspace, I'm afraid you're stuck with us now little one."

Here the Twi'lek Sith turned around, gesturing for the marines to search the small starfighter in case there were any traps laying in wait that could in some way damage the ship. Whether it was out of lack of interest of confidence in her own abilities Lyan made no move that the former Jedi should be watched but rather waved her crimson skinned hand that she should follow her as she walked back towards the turbolift. "Come now, it's only right I introduce you to Darth Kyrat, this is his ship after all and he should have some say in what exactly we do with you. Though I wouldn't be too surprised if he doesn't just try to kill you, he is very touchy when it comes to matters of the Jedi. I hope for your sake your skill with that saber is half as quick as your draw, you'll need it." The smile never left her lips as she warned Aryell of her very possible death as they took the ride back up to the command deck.

It was thankfully no longer going up than it was going down and the pain soon arrived at the command deck itself, the guards obviously more confused than most at the presence of this new stranger on their ship, the rest of the crew simply carried on with their work. Darth Kyrat though was stood at his usual place, staring out at the shifting vortex just beyond the screen when the turbo lift doors open. He paused for a second before spinning around to look at the approaching women, his eyes tightening in annoyance when they alighted upon Aryell, yellow orbs glaring in harsh contrast to the blue and white behind him. He began to stride down the deck towards them, causing Lyan to halt short else she would have simply been trampled by the larger Sith Warrior.

"Who is this?" Kyrat spat, clearly annoyed that he hadn't been informed early at the presence of a Force Sensitive aboard his vessel, even though he must clearly have been able to feel her the second she was pulled on board.
"This, Darth Kyrat, is Aryell, a former Jedi who is just so happening to be looking for a master." The human Sith practically growled at Aryell at hearing the Jedi part, it was clear that the man liked to hold grudged against their kind.
"I do not have time to teach some dreg of a girl." He turned again on his heel, marching over to one of the command pits. "How long until we reach the Jakku system?"
"Just under an hour My Lord." Kyrat snorted as he turned back around to look at Aryell and Lyan, his wrathful yellow gaze shooting daggers at the younger girl.
"Tell me, Jedi, what is it you truly know of the might of the Dark Side? Or have you just been filled with the lies of that dogmatic order of filth?"