The environment changed, something disappeared from their surroundings. No, someone disappeared. Glancing to the side as if caught in thought, he looked forward again towards the Sith Assassin. Such a pompous attitude, he wanted to rip him a new one. Question him, rip away his memories, turn him into a vegetable. However, these thoughts were not prompted by any negative emotion, he just wanted to defeat him and make him suffer a bit before killing him. It wasn't evil, was it? Well, he was a bit amoral when it came to simply ending people's lives, but he also wanted information and didn't care how he got it from a Sith or immoral person.<br/><br/>The two stood there, getting ready to strike at one another, to lunge forward and see who's saber would hit first. That was until Tiberian noticed a slight glimmer as a speeder flew overhead with its lights on. There was someone behind the assassin, but he didn't say anything. His eyes closed partially as he heard the activation of the saber, the smell of burning cloth and burnt meat. The surprised croaking of the Assassin as the Jedi humorously made her appearance, Tiberian would then open his eyes and watch as the cloaked figure fell to the ground. The assailants saber rolling to Tib's feet as he deactivated his own saber and put it on his belt.<br/><br/>Letting out a slight exhale, he used the force to call the fallen one's saber to his hand and looked it over. Typical looking saber hilt, nothing like the Old Sith Empire's fancy looking hilts. His eyes then looked over to the Jedi Shadow which made a simple request, one which didn't sound normal, but one which was understandable. He had no reason to run, he somewhat trusted the Jedi Order more than any other force related organization unless it came to politics.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BFFF">"..."</span>Tib would simply look her over for a few moments before disassembling the Sith's saber with the force and looking through its components. Throughout of all the components, he tossed the little red crystal off the suspension bridge and reassembled the weapon before clipping it onto his belt.<span style="color: #00BFFF">"I hate red synthetic crystals..."</span>He muttered quietly to himself. He didn't seem like he was going to run even though he could literally phase right through the bridge.<br/><br/>Tib's blue eyes stared at the woman for moments at a time, wondering what he should say. Should he make a joke? Pretend to run away? Suddenly vanish, use art of the small?<span style="color: #00BFFF">"It's always harder to capture someone alive, than it is to kill them."</span>His eyes narrowed on the corpse now before making a<span style="font-style: italic">tsk</span>sound as he sucked on his teeth a bit in disappointment.<span style="color: #00BFFF">"Probably would have made an annoying puppet though,"</span>He nodded to himself before returning his gaze upon Dareia.<span style="color: #00BFFF">"I believe I don't have a reason to run from a Jedi."</span>He spoke directly to her now,<span style="color: #00BFFF">"I drew one from each side, though it only went partly how I wanted to go."</span>He gestured towards the dead assassin.<span style="color: #00BFFF">"I have a Barloz Freighter waiting around the corner, if you want to take me with you, might as well use it, before Mr Sith's friends show up and take it's contents."</span>