Galen spun his ship to the right, just dodging a massive blast from the battleship. He flew directly in front of the battleship's bridge windows. "How about this? You let me go, or I'll blow your bridge to smithereens." he said, training his guns on the windows. Serka slowly approached the window. She stared across the gap of space, into Galen's eyes. He jerked suddenly. He began choking, grasping at his throat. "Sleep Galen. Sleep." Serka said. She held her clenched fist in the air. Galen slumped forward onto consol of the ship as the world faded from his mind. [i]This one's mine. A voice said. Galen backed up, his lightsaber trembling. The woman walked forward, her blade searing the air. "Why are you running?" she asked sweetly. "I just want to say hello." She brought her blade crashing down. He blocked. She laughed, then brought her blade around from the right. He dodged, barely. She kicked him in the chest. He fell, landing on his back. "Goodnight." She hissed before bringing her blade down. [/i] [u]sorry this is so short. I ran out of time.[/u]