Yeah.

"You have good priorities, I think."

Well, Sith.

    "...Ma'am?"

Deskyl has to think for a second about how to explain herself. Important things are where the power is.

    "Yes Ma'am."

"Is it common, for Sith to have your priorities?"

That startles a laugh out of her, a creaky sound, as if she hasn't used her voice in months. No. Caring about people is a weakness, for most of us.

"I have found it a strength, for me."

Sith are kinda fucked up.

"It does sound - toxic. Like it eats its own." 

Yeah. We'll be free of it soon enough, though.

"Good."

She nods. I just need to sleep for like. A month. But we'll be okay.

"Milliways is good for that."

Yeah. Maybe if you're still here, your jackass can be a warm-up for mine.

"Heh. That'd be convenient. Milliways does time weirdly, so who knows?"

Yeah.

Love, do you want to stay out here?

DZ doesn't respond immediately; from Deskyl's bearing, it seems like she expects her to take a minute.

Mikoto will give them their minute, then, as she returns to checking through the list.

    Once you're asleep, yes Ma'am, comes the eventual reply.

All right. Not yet.

"What's the plan?"

Recover; kill my jackass; go into hiding until the other apprentices give up on killing me back. Maybe take out one or two before I go, if I think I can do it. See how I feel about dealing with the Empire, after - we can hide forever, but it's pretty limiting.

"A good plan. There's magic that helps with hiding, and with freedom of movement - interplanetary teleports seem rare, but they exist, and if my faster than light technology works in your world I've been working on a technological solution."

Would be handy, definitely.

    I'll watch for it while you sleep, Ma'am.

Thank you.

"I'll try and see if the principles underlying our technology is compatible enough for my solution to carry over, too."