Ciyagi's eyes snapped open with the noise of Tekla's head crashing into the bridge door.
"Ugh.....Hey Tyler." Came the groggy response, the fellow gunner falling asleep on the floor of the bridge.
Ciyagi got up, rubbing his eyes, he walked over to the sleeping gunner.
"I'll get him," he mumbled to Grace. With that, he bent down grabbing Tekla's arms, he picked him up with a small grunt, and carried him a short distance to an extra chair.
Ciyagi sat back in the chair he had been in, looking over at Grace, he gave a tired smile.
"We there yet, ma'am?" He asked Grace politely.
"But in you...I see the potential to see the Force die, to turn away from its will..."
"You are beautiful to me, exile. A dead spot in the Force, an emptiness in which its will might be denied."
"But no Jedi ever made the choice you did. To sever ties so completely, so utterly, that it leaves a wound in the Force..."
"I would have killed the galaxy to preserve you...You are more precious than you know..."-now...it's verbatim!-A quote from Darth Traya (Kreia)