Once past the wookiees, Aranor managed to get to his ship and climb aboard it. Thankfully, with all the commotion still caused by the others, the residents of the wooded planet had all but forgotten about the fledgling darksiders starfighter. There had been two originally, though once his master was killed, Aranor had bartered the ship off to help supply himself with food and a few other items of necessity. Now, the remaining ship that would carry him away from the planet was all that he had from his former master. Perhaps someday he would return to continue the search for the lightsaber, though most likely, he would be able to construct his own far sooner than he would succeed in the previous quest.

For now, though, all thoughts were on getting off this planet in one piece and with the last couple of systems coming online, the ship slowly lifted off of the ground. He would not flee from the woman's craft, allowing himself to be easily tracked until further communication could be made. He simply did not see the prudence in testing his chances against the furry wrath. At least not when he wasn't the cause of it.