As Vax shouldered his satchel of belongings, he headed for the ramp, stopping only when he heard...

"Going somewhere? Perhaps we should have a chat before that happens. I do so hate to be left in the dark."

He shuddered; the man looked like the wraith from his head-splitting vision only seconds before, and his lightsabers slapped into his palms, freed of their restraints before he'd even fully formed that decision. He thumbed each one to life, and assumed a defensive posture, holding both blades in a reverse grip with one held to his side, the other horizontally across his body. He half-crouched, staring down the man, sure he was another Inquisitor. It made sense that he would be.
"Go warm up the ship, old man" he said to Vax, not mentioning his name, and not averting his eyes from his opponent. "What do you want?" he called out to the cloaked figure. It was a redundant question, but he wanted to stall for time. "I'm kinda in a hurry" he added, cocking an eyebrow.

He edged forward away from the ramp a little, not wanting to damage the ship should things break down and a fight break out. He didn't want to face this man in open combat though, not now, not when he felt so fatigued. He'd been so close to leaving Nar Shaddaa behind, along with all the feelings of claustrophobia and imminent danger that it invoked. But it seemed this figure was intent on not letting that happen.

Caden Sturn
Former Inquisitor - Fugitive
Imperial Inquisition Ace Pilot

"The Inquisitorious, it seems, are lacking in discipline these days. I shall have to speak with the Emperor about the Grand Inquisitor's failings... it will be interesting. I may leave you alive to beg for his mercy.

"As for where you need to go? Traitor, one message from me and this planet will be locked down. And look at you! Pathetic. A droid and a ship full of missiles to go out and capture Jedi! Oh, the Inquisitorious is lacking indeed if they send such failed little boys as you. I've read your file, Caden Sturn. A bad excuse for a Jedi, and even a worse example of a dark Jedi. You do not even know your own path. I would be doing you a favor by removing you right now."

He knew the Inquisitor was trying to rile him, to bring forth his much-recorded anger and the lack of stability that came with it. And it wasn't a matter of not giving in, because Caden could already feel that hot surge rising within him, demanding to be expelled one way or another.
The words of his opponent, acting like his superior and taunting his abilities, drew from him an explosive anger like he hadn't felt in a long time. Drawing in on the Force, he felt rather than saw the storage containers, small worker droids and unused spare parts that littered the landing area, all cascading toward himself, before being thrust outward in a telekinetic wave, as unfocused as ever; debris blasted outward at Deschain, though Caden knew his attack had been unfocused, and likely wouldn't hold off the Inquisitor for long.

He dashed for the ramp. This wasn't a fight he wanted, not here, not now. He wanted this to happen on his own terms, not caught off-guard on a hostile world that seemed to bring out the worst in him.
"Get her up in the air old man!!!" he shouted, stowing his lightsabers. The longer they were here, the more likely it was that the Inquisitor would ground them permanently.

Caden Sturn
Former Inquisitor - Fugitive
Imperial Inquisition Ace Pilot

These thoughts raced through his head rather quickly, but not quick enough to prevent Sturn from acting, drawing in and then pushing out to try and crush Deschain to death. The unfocused attack was messy though, and Deschain simply brought his left hand up, fingers straight into the sky, palm facing the oncoming debris wave, and shoved back in a concentrated push that was quite focused. An eight-foot swath of the debris was either stopped where it was or flew back at Sturn and the shuttle as Deschain counter-pushed at one spot, creating a channel for himself. Sturn was already up the ramp though, shouting something that Deschain could not hear over the roar of the engines firing.

Knowing he could not stop them here, he flicked a tracking beacon from a pouch at his waist, hurling it with his Force-enhanced strength to catch the underside of the shuttle if all went well, before falling back behind cover to escape the engine wash. His last sight of the ship, at least for the moment, was...

"Boy! You still alive back there? Not bleeding out or anything?"

He sat in silence for a few moments, staring dead ahead through the viewport while the ship ascended through the upper atmosphere and into the familiar comforting blanket of space. He preferred being up here, amongst the stars, where it was easy to get lost among them. On the ground, he'd felt vulnerable, exposed.
With the silence, and the ebbing away of his adrenaline, his headache began to return, though not as intensely as earlier. Spending all day with the constant sense of impending conflict, coupled with the mind-scrambling visions he'd experienced seconds before expelling a great deal of energy into attacking his would-be assassin... it had left him drained.
"Mind if we put off the inevitable 'mind your feelings and control your powers' talk until after I've had a rest?" he asked numbly, anticipating the conversation which was likely coming. "We've got a long time til we get to Anoat".

He hoped they'd be arriving at Anoat undisturbed. Little did he know, there was a small tracking device attached to the underside of the shuttle, relaying its position to the stalker they'd just fled from.

Caden Sturn
Former Inquisitor - Fugitive
Imperial Inquisition Ace Pilot