After taking two lefts while proceeding towards his target, he had been ambushed by a large force of rebels in their mismatched armor and ragtag weapons, only to have them run away at the sight of the armor in which he existed in. After chuckling to himself, another thing he rarely did, he pressed forward, deeper into ship. "Finally, someone who has the audacity to kill me." "I've got no more time for games," the apprentice said aloud as he raised his metal hands to unleash a telekinetic punch that rumbled the bulkheads and sent bodies and cargo flying like ragdolls and rocks. "Uh, yes sir."