"Who indeed. May I suggest you keep a distance from me until I have dealt with your master. My battle form is a little more efficient while... moving"
She did not want to force him to unhand her. With Banis hopefully delayed, they had a couple of spare seconds. Q'Anilia did not struggle, but instead was facing Daran where he stood. Since seeing trough the force was all she had and the dark side clouded Daran, the situation was to say the least frustrating.
Banis saw the blade coming, and with her first saber blocked it, then with her second blade smashed it and sent it flying away. Although just before landing, she was sent backwards by the blast of Daran. She made impact into the wall and fell to the ground, holding her chest with heavy breath. She shortly after rose, this time dropping both of her sabers and instead out of her fingertips was lighting sent towards Q'Anilia and Daran both.
"For both of your sake, you better hope he is decieving me. I hate being left in the dark, among other things"
Q'Anilia was released in time to defend herself against the lighting. Having lighting stream out of both Darth Banis hands, Q'Anilia was required to use both of hers to defend with efficiency. As conclusion, she dropped her saber and kicked it over to Daran as she lifted both her hands. While defending herself, Q'Anilia also jumped up into the air and out of the lighting. Knowing it would only be a temporary rest, she trough the force gripped one of Banis sabers and sent it across the room.
"You are out of advantages, Darth Banis. This is a battle you cannot win"
"You are right of course. Your sight is something not even I desire to or possess the motive to question. It matters not, for I have gotten what I came for. I may not have your blessing of force sight, or future sight at that, but I have mind enough to plan and see ahead. Of course, not all things can be forseen"
She pulled her lightsabers to her hands despite one had been launched across the room and grinned beneath her mask. She turned then to Daran. He was the section of the event she had not forseen, despite her calculations of every aspect. He was following the trail of the Miraluke now. It mattered little or nothing at all though. Daran had a long way to go and many crossroads to pass. In time, he and the Miraluke would clash with Darth Banis will.
She may not have calculated the deserting by Darth Sear, but in truth neither did she calculate the earlier point at Endor where she took him on as an apprentice. All in all, it was an unexpected but acceptable loss. Because even though Q'Anilia was as wise and powerful as she was, even she had her petty restrictions. Restrictions Banis was not bound to.
"The battle may be over .... but the war has but begun. Take care of him, seer. He is of more weight to things at grand than I imagine even you can see"
Her eyes were locked at Daran the whole time and Banis turned and started walking towards the exit with a big grin beneath her mask.
The two Stormtroopers stepped into the doorway. Blasters raised and pointing at Banis, then sweeping the room. "Freeze, you are all under the durastiction of the Imperial Alliance! (soon to be renamed Empire)"
Daran watched while deactivating the blue lightsaber in his right hand. "What~?"
The Stormtroopers entered the room.
On the bridge of the Super Star Destroyer Rebel Vengance, captain Garkis Brolander stood silently, awaiting final confirmation of the repairs. An officer stepped to his side.
"Yes?"
"Sir, an Admiral Valerian is trying to contact us, they are using standard frequencies."
"Well..."
"They request an update for information."
The Captain sighed. "Communications, open a channel-"
"Channel open, sir."
"-This is Captain Brolander ofthe Imperial Alliance. Please meet me aboard a ship ofyour choice. We will discuss then."
"Oh, but I am quite the exception in that case. Whilst they have no excuse, I strongly recall making a deal with your grand admiral. I believe the deal involved my fleet. You wouldnt want to lose the Sith as allied, now would you?"
Darth Banis walked past the Stormtroopers, not waiting for a response. She patted one of the two on the head as she passed and grinned as she did. She placed her two lightsabers by her waist. She halted then, partially turning her head.
"Or am I wrong, trooper?"
Q'Anilia lowered her head when the fight was declared over. Darth Banis had pushed a few buttons, but none Q'Anilia could not swallow without problems. She turned then to face Daran where he stood, raising her head and looked at him with a smile. She could imagine what was going trough his head at the time being, and even though it had gotten clear enough for her to investigate, she respected him more than enough and remained outside of it.
She turned then as the Stormtroopers stormed the room and she observed them as they did. Trough the force of course. She listened as Darth Banis spoke, realising Darth Banis was a dangerous one to be kept alive. Which brought her back to the story Daran had told her. Q'Anilia differed from Windu though. She at all cost would avoid the resort of killing, believing the light can purify all. She took then a step forward, dropping the lightsaber Daran had thrown her to the ground. She was facing the Stormtroopers and she spoke.
"Sure I'll freeze. I mean, how long does it take to get my clothes clean? Not that it bothers me personally or anything, but walking trough a large ship without clothes aint very tempting. Some might find it offensive or distracting"
The Stormtroopers looked between each other then nodded and lowered their weapons. "Get her some clothes."
"Yes, lieutenant." A trooper listening on com moved off to get the clothes.
Daran walked forward. "You won by default." He smiled. "I must warn you though, she is dangerous."
***
"Lieutenant Abram, you have the bridge. Inform me when the repairs are finished. I'm going to my private shuttle bay."
"Yes, captain Garkis, sir." She smiled and watched him leave the bridge. "Report!!"
droid hunter starfighters in their scout configuration began swarming around the tyrants fist, transmitting updates on safe routes through the asteroid field. soon an entire squadron had formed, escorting the ship through.
the silent critic lined itself ub beside the rebel vengeance, searching for a point where the 2 ships could dock together to treat the wounded. the aldon moved to the opposite side,releasing it's compliment of repair droids. what appeared to be droid starfighters were revealed to be reapir ships, clamping to the hulls of the ships and beggining repairs. larger shuttle sized ships launched and floated towards the hangers, filled to the brim with droids programmed for internal repairs. "this is admiral gren jalos, prepare to recieve repair droids."
"Won? If I won a battle my adversary intended to lose, is it still a victory? No, a victory is determined by more than just who survived, or who remained strong in the end. But lets talk about it some other time. Indeed your former master is a dangerous one, in many ways, but that too is a subject for another time. Right now I am just happy to have you by my side. It please me beyond words"
She smiled at the man and gently placed her hand over his face, following the contours. This was a victory after all.