Actually, she's not very tough. She's more a mechanic and a saber-wielding warrior.
The thread has been opened for you to duel her!
"Sure thing, Legion," Thajkon says, leading you away from the others. "What would you like to talk about?"
Consider your ship being prepped. With the help of your droid, shouldn't take very long to clean it up a bit and fix a few things.
While preping the Talon Galiss thinks to himself 'What is it about mindbombs and prisoners that Thajkon wants?'
When done Galiss approaches Thajkon "I want to learn more about controlling this natural talent that I have. I see you and people like Tyr seem to have so much control over it, all I've ever been able to do is what comes naturally to me. Will you teach me?"
"I am quite comfortable with it, Legion. Sol-leks and Tyr will be going as well..." Thajkon says, gesturing to his muscle man and the Kel Dor. That makes you even more unsure. "I have a feeling that one or two already plan to stab me in the back, but I am possitive that others will stay with the plan for power. My ideas may sound ludicrous, but I plan to see them through to the end."
Thajkon thens turns to you, Galiss. "I'm sure I can, once you return from your raid on Oovo IV. I have studied the Force for many years, but I am still not that powerful. I sense you have much power in the Force, though. As does Tyr, but he has a special item that helps him with that..."
Tyr interupts. "No! Don't tell him! If they know, they'll all try to get it!'
Thajkon sighs, and turns back to you. "Nevermind then..."
"And Arthos, we shall move when everyone is ready. Maybe you could help by devising a plan to get on Oovo IV? It has tight security, and an energy shield. The shield goes down when ships come in, carrying supplies or prisoners. Maybe you could devise something?"
Terrik sat brooding in the meeting room, still in his chair, not moving, plotting as always, he was starting to lose his strength among them, starting to lose his determination, his confidence taht he could indeed kill them all in this fashion. He sighed, leaning against the table, his head in his hands as he dove into a deep thoughtful state
Lugeroth yawns "Ah good fight Terran, im glad it didnt get force related im still recovering from my fight with terrik" then he looks at terrik and throws him a speed stimulant and contacts his mind "i have respect for your abilities and know u will face him, speed and smarts are the key, if u need healing come to me and i will do what i can"