Tobal’s eyes opened, wet with unshed tears, the memories reminded him of his father.

“I am sorry for you, and your troubled past Silus.”

With that he ignited the engines on his craft, and maneuvered away from the freighter.

“What’s your purpose in life Silus?” he said, the volume of his voice raised slightly. “Why do you live?”

Silus sighed as he leaned back. He didn't know that answer anymore.

"I have no purpose, Tobal. I have no family. I have nothing left, except this old freighter," Silus spoke to him.

"I have nothing to live for."

“A sad situation Silus, sad indeed.” Replied the young Jedi as his ship continued to move away, putting a few more kilometers between him, and the freighter.

“So you come out here to die?” continued Tobal, as he moved over to a communications consol and fiddled with some controls.

"I come out here to try and live," replied Silus, as he turned on his own ships engines and began to follow him.

A sound echoed throughout the ship as the engines came to life, propelling it slowly towards the small craft a few kilometers ahead.

“Oh?” replied Tobal, as he finished at the communications consol and returned to his pilots seat.

“Why does a troubled man come out to the middle of nowhere, to try live?”

"So that he can find peace, and balance," Silus replied plainly.

"Why does another man ask this one these questions?" Silus asked.

(ooc: Sorry for the short post.)

(ooc: no probs, not like you could fill it with much. ;) )

“Curious, you might say.” Replied Tobal. “Finding balance, eh? Strange, I struggle to maintain a balance every day…”

“Silus” Tobal asked, “do you need a job? I may have one for you… it pays well.”

Silus was intrigued. True, he didn't really care how much it payed. He didn't exactly care for money.

"Yes, I do need one. What is this job you ask of me?"

“Sabotage Silus” said Tobal with blunt frankness. There was a slight bit of fuz for a moment over the com, and Tobal looked up.

Without fanfare, the Celestial Corruptor emerged from hyperspace not two kilometers away. At 17 kilometrs ln length, it dwarfed the two smaller ships.

“Sabotage” repeated Tobal, as he began to maneuver his ship closer to the Executor Class Star Destroyer.

Silus became a bit more intrigued. And that only grew as the Star Destroyer came of hyperspace. He had commonly seen smaller ships come by him, but never did larger ones chance upon him.

Or is it chance?

"What do you need sabotaged?" Silus questioned, returning back to business.