Justin noticed Tobal examining him. It seemed to Justin like Tobal was about astounded as he glanced over where Justin's lightsaber would go on his belt.

"The Sith took it. Destroyed it right before he ordered the Massassi to kill me. Thanks for the help. I owe you my life."

Suddenly, an explosion could be heard. Justin and Tobal ran down the hallway only to find a ship taking off, then leaping into hyperspace.

"No! We have to save her. I don't know her, but she doesn't deserve to be treated like that."

Zerxes smirked.

"Because, my dear. You would make a rather good Sith and are very pleasing to the ye if you know what I mean."

Just for spite, he kissed her before shoving her back down in her seat. Smirking he walked a few steps away from her before looking back.

"You have no way of getting to them and they will not come for you. Either join me or live the rest of your life in solitude."

Seeming to grapple with a lack of words, Tobal stood silent. He was torn between two objectives. The one he had been working on, and now the capture of Raven.

"I..." he struggled to think of what to say, before deciding to simply state the blunt truth.

"I know very little about spacecraft, this is not something I am familiar with. Yes, we must stop him, but I know not how."

His shoulders slumped slightly, making him appear shorter than he really was. Defeat was not an option in his book, there had to be an answer to the conundrum before him.

Good force,how he infuriated her! On top of that over-confidence, he had the gall to .........ARRRRRGGGG!

Wait, did he just say she was pleasing to the eye?

Raven straightened in her chair, a smirk growing upon her face. A chuckle escaped her lips.

She'd been called all varying degrees, when it came to her physical appearance, but to hear him describe her like that new. Of course, if he really meant what he said, it could be percieved by others a weakness.

"Perhaps you're right." she murmured, leaning back in her chair tiredly, rubbing her eyes tiredly.

Zerxes was not one to be fooled that easily. He had seen the change in her eyes after he spoke and knew what she was thinking. He may think she was good looking but he would not hesititate to harm her.

"I am not stupid. Your tricks will not work here."

He walked over and grabbe dher by the shirt collar and hoisted her up against the bulk head. He was infuriated by her attempt at tricking him. Pathetic Jedi tricks would have to be washed out of her.

"I will not hesitate to harm you in any way imaginable. You name it, I'll do it. I don't care if I have to kill you."

Figures. Grabbed again like a damned rag doll. This was getting rediculous.

So was the fact that she couldn't reach the force.

"You can't blame me for trying!" Raven told him, spitting at his face in frustration.

"What the hell am I supposed to do when the force is so, so unattainable! Do you think it's fun for me to have the virtual rug pulled out from underneathe me like this? Huh? I bet you love pulling that stunt on me!"

Raven squirmed, only to become even more annoyed at the fact that he had a very firm grip on her collar.

"Fine. Everybody hates me. Happy now?" Raven snorted, glaring down at him, crossing her arms in frustration.

Zerxes smirked.

"No. I will not be happy until you are on the dark side. You will do it. You can't resist forever."

He did not let her go from that spot as he wiped the spit off his face. He rubbed his hand off on her clothing before ramming it into her shoulder. It was the hand that Xireon Jiren had cut off then reattached. It was much stronger than it used to be. He held her up by the hand that was inside her shoulder.

"Give in, girl. Join me."

All reason was shoved out her head, her entire body weight supported by nasty wound. She could feel that same weight working against her, slowly opening the wound further.

She had thought she had the worst when she was nearly killed by the vong a couple years back, but this entirely surpassed it.

Once again, she had enough, her eyes blazing at him. The pain was unbearable, and if it didn't end soon, she wouldn't live to see the next morning.

The whole galaxy hated her. Now knowing this, she snapped, kicking him visciously. Raven simply didn't care anymore. The sith can go to hell, for all she cared.

SHe kicked him in the stomach hard and he was forced to let her go. She fell to the floor and doubled over. The pain was catching up to her he could see. After the shock of being kicked wore off, he smiled.

"You feel the pain? Good. Now feel more."

He kicked her in the injured shoulder. She screamed and he smiled. Causing her pain was the least of her worries. He had larger plans for her that would come into play soon.

"This pain will only strengthen you. Becoming a Sith will strengthen you. Jedi are weak because they do not use their anger."

He kicked her again and she screamed yet again. He smiled and grabbed her by the opposite shoulder. Lifting her into the seat he set her down. He sat opposite her himself and watched.

Restrictions of the Jedi Order. Raven knew them very well, and that was the reason she joined the shadow jedi in the first place.

All the Jedi wanted her to do was to contain how she felt, bottle it in. Quite frankly, she was sick of holding back, shoving her true feelings in a jar, and throwing them out the nearest airlock.

She thought being in the shadow order would be different, but it turned out to be more of the same. They all talk about ballance, but still you had to hold it all in.

To be offered freedom like that was irresistable.

"I still hate you." she told him, grinning as she sat still. Raven still felt the the pain that threatened to override her, but she ignored it. He was his call if he wanted her to continue sitting in the chair, bleeding all over the floor of his ship's lounge.