"I will not fail you, my Master," Anya said, bowing to the Dark Lord. She stood up and the four students moved down the hall immediately and Anya shoved the dagger into a cargo pocket on her uniform.
Trychon looked over at Anya. She seemed to be feeling much better now, and was no longer showing any signs that her wound was bothering her. "Those stim shots and kolto patches must be working. You ready to take on Daan?" Trychon asked her.
She just grinned ear to ear in response. "I just wish Lord Eiron would've let me kill him," she laughed. She turned to go, and Raezyr reached out and put a hand on her shoulder.
"Anya, be one with the Force. Concentrate on Daan. Let his presence lead you. And when you are finished, call to us," he said.
"I will," she replied, and took off down the hall.
They watched her go for a minute before Tyrrazapon spoke up. "Well, let's go cause some galactic havoc, shall we?"
They walked down the hall, side by side, toward the wing of the building which housed the Senators offices.
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