"Away from here," she growls stalking off the her quarters and sealing the door behind her.

"Pfft. Yeah, sure, Sith." The man notices Rafa and blinks. "You're new."

Khem Val shoulders past. "<A small morsel only. Not worth the time.>"

"Never change, big guy."

"Yes, I am," she replies neutrally, ignoring Khem Val.

"So, uh, what's your story?"

"The Jedi lifestyle is not for me. The Sith lifestyle is not for me either, mind you. I wanted out, so I left."

"You're the one that got her into the enclave, huh. What'd she say, she'd give you a ride out?"

"Yes."

"Sith'll probably actually kill me if I don't get us moving. Why don't you come up to the bridge with me, help pick a destination. Since she declined to specify one."

"—sure." She follows.

There are four seats, arranged in a circle around a galaxy map projector. The two closest to the viewport have banks of controls. The pirate takes the seat furthest from the door.

"Name's Andronikos, by the way."

"Rafa," she introduces, taking the opposite seat.

"So there actually was a ghost?"

"Yes. Rather violent one, too. She do this a lot?"

"Nah, it's a new thing. Something to do with Sith politics, she's got to kill a guy who objected to her promotion or something."

"...uh huh. That sounds absurd."

"That's pretty much how these people work, huh. I try not to have an opinion on it."

"I'm not sure that's a thing I can meaningfully do."

"Yeah, well. You've got the Force. Different for you."

"...I'm pretty sure against her it would not help me that much."

"Better chance than I'd stand, kid."

"I guess," she sighs. "I'd just run."

"Speaking of, you have any idea where you want to go?"

"Nar Shaddaa," she suggests.

"Smuggler's Moon, huh. Suits me." He puts in the coordinates. The navcomp hums to itself, then beeps. Andronikos flicks a switch and pulls a lever, and the stars elongate and merge into the swirling vista of hyperspace.

Ooh. Hyperspace is pretty. She likes it.