Interlude: Taking the Ring

Debinani Rahl whipped the speeder around violently, barely missing Paemos in the ion wash, and fired off into the mountains of Dathomir at a blinding pace. “I still don’t understand why I’m being forced to tolerate these fools,” he growled at his passenger who hadn’t been there a moment before. She stretched languorously, her silk shift clinging to her body, jet black hair flowing in a wind that almost, but not quite, matched that which was whipping past the open-air cabin of the speeder. She shifted in her seat so she could lay her small feet in his lap against his groin. “I would love to be here in person to oversee your training, dear heart,” she said quietly, yet he heard her clearly over the noise of the wind,” but my presence would attract...