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Akheron felt Inmortos long before the ship even rounded into sight. He recalled the same feeling he had felt above Geonosis, where the necromancer and warrior had first met. Cold, not of the ocean but of the death of all life that clung to him. He was intrigued as to how his apprentice would find the feeling. He didn't have time to ponder more as a great ice spear jutted by him, missing by inches and impaling the gungan he was about to slice. He then heard the voice upon the force and returned it in kind before continuing the wanton slaughter, slaughter which fed the Dark. "Welcome Inmortos. Feel free to join in and reap what dead you desire." At his apprentice suggestion, he nodded approvingly as the last of the Colo Claw Fish were rended in twain. It appeared he was so far making up for his blunder, not that it would spare him Akheron's wrath. Moving forwards another gungan met his end when Akheron's saber split him from groin to brain after he redirected the spear he held and removed the arm before he grasped another by the skull and crushed it like pulp between his crushgaunt enclosed hand. And yet he decided to not have all the fun, allowing two rather foolhardy gungans to approach Inmortos craft, fully knowing it was to their doom.

His lust for her, while flattering, was nearly overwhelming. Those eyes, his eyes, emerald eyes looking at her with such love, such need, such desire. Inhuman desire, inhuman passion, inhuman Lust. Of kriff. Oh gods, why had they sent her? The one Jedi in the order that had someone that loved her more than life itself? Why did the the cosmos play such dirty tricks? He was suffering, being eaten alive in front of her by the burning passion. Her eyes found Aidan's and she could feel her own fill with tears. She had to protect him. She reached one shaking hand out and put a finger on his wrist. This bond would consume them both. She summoned the force to her, letting it move and flow through her like a sieve. Filtering the air, the very life that she was breathing. Seeing the many tendrils that bound the two of them together. Every breath that she breathed was his and every breath of his hers. They were bonded body and soul. And somewhere there was an infection. Perhaps it was the planet itself, perhaps this was the result of two strong force users that were entwined inseparably. She wanted to kiss him, she wanted to feel every part of him. To be consumed by him, by his desire. But it was all wrong. Everything was wrong, every feeling. Every desire that she had held since they had both been on the temple at Gala together. That beach at Kashyyyk. Unrequited Love. The flush of embarrassment before their first kiss. The stone walls of Ossus. They were bound unto death. And the tears on her face felt like boiling water. With a breath she blew out the candle of their bond. Severing every tendril of love. Otherwise they would both fall facefirst into darkness.