Impressiona mattered, and how control or his anger would need work on, it was a enemy more then a ally at the moment. "I see, next time you have these feelings Ko'ulorn, tell her..or him." He placed the mask in his seat. Now he had a ship, a slave ship. He'd have to remodel it, get a droid to fly for him.
"Not my sister, my fiance." He walked up to the computer systems , and looked at the checks. All green. "Let them follow, they will all die. My family lives there, but they know not where I live, and I have disabled anything on the ship the use tracking codes, and the works." It was difficult to find em, he knew nothing about tech for the most part.
"Your fate lies farther then massacres of slavers. What you did in the arena with the shield was impressive, I've not heard of such powers, with training, you won't have to worry about breaking a arm, or somethings."