Well, he already thinks I talk behind his back...

I’m not entirely sure what happened between my Master and Tholgeth, but my Master showed up to the ship in one hell of a state. I’ve never seen him limp before. Says that was just from kicking Tholgeth’s armor in a small fit of pique.

Seems like a stupid thing to do, considering the type of boots that he wears, but—

His voice was off. Harsher than it usually is. Didn’t have to ask about that; when he lowered his hood there were clearly marks left by Force. I’ve seen people choked with it before, I know what it leave behind. The way he was moving gave the distinct impression that he was quite injured in general.

Evidently, he thought me too weak to bother to take a strike against him.

He’s only half correct. I could have killed him easily in that state, but that would have been quite stupid of me.

It’s one thing to handle a half-crippled Darth, but it’s quite another to deal with Tholgeth. I know I can’t beat Tholgeth, and I know that my Master is likely the one thing keeping Tholgeth from turning me into a bloody stain on a remote pathway somewhere.

It’s in my best interests to become indispensable to Bi’ev.

So, I healed him.

Well, as best as I could. He wasn’t exactly willing, but not entirely in a place to fight back with any real effort either.

On that topic, Esk—that Mando Rattataki—not the brightest woman I’ve met. She was going on and on over a public comm channel about wanting Dytelo and Jude to leave her in peace; figured I’d offer a subtle hand as a ‘tip’ for the information she’d been giving me and told them both to back off and let her be.

…and she turned right around and told them where she was, then invited them to come and meet with her.

Despite how it may seem outwardly, I genuinely dislike being made to look stupid and, when it’s not a Sith who outranks me, I’m not inclined to take it quietly.