N'la just watched as the man, CSI, walked off towards the spaceport. N'la looked down at his hand, which held a device, he pressed a button, then slipped it in his belt.
He followed CSI at a distance, keeping up with him, until a rushing noise could be heard, and a sith fighter uncloaked above them.
"We can use my ship," he told CSI, leaping into the small cockpit. "Unless you want to use a ship on your own," he said, sitting down, waiting for CSI to say something on the matter.
"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)