Delving the deep {Denon}

[Zarkan]

Garish lights flicked through the hazy smoke of the long room that made up the bulk of the Salacious Spacer courtesy of acrid smoke from what could only be called food by the most generous of palettes and the flickering eye blearing holograms of questionably proportioned and clothed Twi'lek women. Slybia couldn't claim to be comfortable in the press of bodies still the waifish woman perched carefully on her wobbly fiber plastic stool as the back corner occasionally absentmindedly running a hand over the carapace of the small cephalopodic droid perched on the edge of it's own unsteady stool as she scanned the sparse crowd of the bar.

Pausing her people watching the young cyborg adjusted the unfamiliar harness and it's attached weight in the form of a newly purchased heavy blaster pistol and vibrobladed short sword. Unfortunately, Slybia expected her classic and more comfortable niche of evasion and nonlethal options wasn't going to be reasonable for an expedition into the uncharted guts of an ancient world city, still she hoped that combat would be sparing she had taken care to plan a path that would avoid most of the crime-infested rat's nest that makes up the inhabited sections of the undercity. Ki squeaked bringing her attention out of her musings and back to the slowly ebbing interior of the cantina in time to see a scandalously garbed waitress smash a whiskey bottle across the face of a particularly portly and handsy hauler. She sighed, part of her kicking herself for not picking a less skeezy meeting place convenience and privacy be damned, before returning to staring at the entrance while idly spinning the small holoprojector sitting on the table in front of her.

The woman hadn't been able to find much information on either skyline or Valnina on the net, but that was hardly surprising most mercs endeavored to keep a low profile and admittedly her resources and contacts tended to not overlap much with the world of contracted muscle. Still, she managed to collect a basic overview of how each operated and aswell as enough to recognize them, although she supposed her brightly colored; and more notabe for the current enviroment, clean enviroment suit was going to make her stand out amongst the other mostly drably clothed and filthy patrons of the bar if "in the back corner" wasn't enough of a direction. For now, all she could do was wait for her hired help.

[Ysmir]

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Jack loved cantinas.

No matter who you were, no matter what walk of life you came from or what you did for a living, you could come to a place like the Spacer and blend in perfectly. So long as you played your cards right and knew what drink not to order, and who not to screw over in games, you could find yourself invisible in plain sight. Just another passing patron trying to drown their sorrows in a fine mixture of booze and girls.

Of course, Jack wasn't about that life anymore. Not ever since Nar Shaddaa -- some truly questionable life decisions preceded that utter disaster. But, he was alive. It wasn't a complete mistake. And in the wake of the war with the Archeri, people would be gunning left and right for a piece of the grand ol' pie that was left behind. He needed to make sure, above all else, that he was at the top of his game now more than ever. Jack was nothing, if not pragmatic at his heart. When he saw the escort job posted on the holonet and the price that was being offered, it almost seemed too good to be true. But a little slicing here and there and bribing the right folks was all it took to find out that not only was the posting completely legit, but it might well turn out to be more profitable than just the up-front payment. A few hundred thousand credits? He could see to some extremely deluxe modifications to his ship that was landed just outside the Spacer in the Tenebrae spaceport. It was worth it.

The very first thing he was greeted to when he walked into the bar was a terrific stench that seemed to follow almost every cantina that was found in the hearts of these ecumenopolis planets. When the entirety of your surface world was one gigantic city, cleanliness was probably low on your list of priorities. However, everything else about the place was inviting enough; neon lights danced off of the scantily-clad Twi'leks that danced in kind or served drinks around the place. Jack grabbed one off of the passing tray of one of the Twi'leks; he thought it was ardees, tasted like it too. He gave the girl an appreciative nod before he continued scanning the landscape.

As he did so, he noted a diminuitive but starkly clad woman staring at the entrance. She was certainly out of place. His contact?

Regardless, having managed to avoid her eyes when he entered the cantina, he decided to get the drop on her instead. A show of skill? Maybe. He swept up beside her in the back corner and leaned against the wall just a foot or two away.

"You post the job?" he asked with a slight tilt of his brow. He lifted the glass of Jawa Juice to his lips and nursed it with a few sips, before following her previous gaze to the entrance of the cantina. "Can't say I'm not a little bit excited. Been far too long since I've had myself a good, old-fashioned odd job. Who else we waitin' for?"

[apothecary]

 Valnina found that there was much to discover in the wider galaxy. Since her head wound whilst fighting the Chorus and treatment from a non-Vartian medical team, she had been able to see the galaxy from a different perspective. The Kran Val, the sector of the Vartian brain which controlled their emotions no longer functioned for Valnina... Or at least not correctly any more. Whilst she still retained the combat skills that had been bred into her over a life devoted to warfare, the Vartian ruthlessness and needless slaughter were gone. The memories of such remained, as did the guilt and horror of those actions. They were not even soldiers or enemies and they had fired, she had fired. The cloned soldier struggled to come to terms with such feelings for they tended to be new sensations or thoughts, concepts never previously experienced. 

She travelled in a galaxy of war, from battle to battle, to challenge to challenge, seeking something, searching. In a way she sort comfort in the horror of what she knew. War, after all a Vartian was bred for that one purpose, to wage a war, they were a vengeance weapon. In the tongue of the species responsible for their creation their name means vengeance. 
When she heard about the potential danger of this expedition, Valnina signed up almost on the spot. Who knew what horrors they might encounter? What better way to prove her skill as a warrior and the chance to learn something new about this strange and seemingly hostile galaxy could not be ignored.

It took the Vartian a while to find the meeting spot, her mind unable to marry the idea that a meeting might take place in a bar rather than some manner of formal structure or bunker. She arrived, the diminutive four foot eight which was universal amongst her entire species. She was clad in Vartian combat armour, helmet clipped to her waist, gasmask in place, long ginger hair tied in a french plait. Her rifle was slung over her right shoulder, but she could easily snap it up to fire if need be. 

She was confused by the lighting and the scantily clad aliens. If anyone looked out of place it was Valnina. One of the girls walked past her and Valnina glanced at the drinks trying to determine the nature of them from a mere glance. As she walked by, she turned round to study the alien, uncertain. The former soldier shook her head and turned round to head deeper into the bar, trying to work out which of the lifeforms matched the one who set this job up in the first place. They all looked alike to her, though the Vartian as she explored, mystified avoided any of the male blue twi'leks. To a Vartian, the greatest monster in their history was one, he was the reason for the presence of Vartian forces on the battlefields across the galaxy, fighting alongside the Republic. 

[Zarkan]

Sylbia's wrist-mounted microcomputer pinged at here alerting her to a new message. She groaned as she pulled up the message C-97-bn relay couplings were getting hard to find now that Cezerka has ceased selling them even so the buyer's still insisted on dragging their feet and annoyed her, not for the first time she considered dumping this on a broker rather than doing it herself. A flurry of finger presses across the touch screen sent a somewhat snide message informing them they can either pay the listed price or find a new seller before flicking the screen off.

She looked up to see a figure-fitting the description of one of her new compatriot the woman's full plate and ridged military barring would have marked her out of place even without the bewildered look on her face. She quickly scanned the rest of the room for any trace of the other independent contractor. She was just preparing to stand and make her way over to the woman when a voice rang out from her left.

She jerked reaching for her neutralizer pistol, unfortunately, such a sharp move didn't suit her low stool, something that didn't occur to her until the floor was already rushing up to her. It took her a moment for the man's words to filter through her brain as her cheeks darkened to a deep blue. The small woman quickly stood up thankful for her opaque visor at least hiding some of her shame. "That wasn't very polite." she said her soft voice gaining a mechanical hazy that didn't quite cover the slight sound of a pout as it filtered through her suit's systems. "Yes, I'm the one who posted the job." She quickly scanned the man before speaking again. "Skyline I presume?" she asked before continuing, "I thought I was waiting on you." she gestured towards the entrance before continuing. "I'm fairly certain the lost looking soldier is Valina." Sylbia extended her hand to her small droid allowing it to climb up her arm to rest on her shoulder. "We'd best go collect her before she gets lost." she said stepping around the table and making her way to the front.

She slipped through the crowd up to the armored woman before speaking. "Excuse me I believe your Valnina? Here for the job I posted?" she asked the woman glancing around and waving at the man. "Let's go outside and I'll explain the details." She said before stepping out the door of the establishment and waiting for the other two.

[Ysmir]

Jack nearly laughed out loud as his contact stumbled to the floor, jarred from his sudden and timely arrival. Perhaps it was a bit conceited of him to find pleasure in another's shortcoming, but hey, what was life if it couldn't be laughed at from time to time? Besides, despite what she may have thought, there was clearly no one else in the Spacer who gave a womprat's ass about her fall. He was about to kneel down to offer a hand up, but the woman had clambered up to her feet before he even got the chance. Still, he stood from the wall, one hand in the pocket of his trademark coat, the other holding his glass.

"Sorry, couldn't resist," he said with a quirk of his brow and a shrug as he looked out over the crowd. He took another sip of his drink before turning his attention back to Sylbia. "Call me Jack. A pleasure." He nodded his head to her in a short greeting.

Upon her pointing out the curious and confused looking soldier, Jack lifted his brows -- he was genuinely shocked that he hadn't noticed her first. Clad in full combat armour, she stuck out like a sore thumb among the aliens in the cantina who regarded her with a mixture of some form of distrust and amusement. Jack smirked and couldn't help but let the slightest hint of a chuckle escape his closed lips, shaking his head as he took another sip of the Jawa Juice. It went down smooth. This wasn't the nicest place, but the drinks were alright. He walked just behind Sylbia. "Or before she falls through the floor."

Jack slinked through the assorted bodies as the band continued to play -- Jack thought it sounded like "That Slippery Little Hutt Of Mine", a great tune. As they closed the gap between themselves and Valnina, Jack took a moment to size up the diminutive soldier. She was tiny, but Jack knew better than to let size dictate someone's threat level. All that gear and the way she kept her hand instinctively close to the grip of her rifle indicated that she knew very well how to use it, and quickly at that. So, he remained neutral and placative in his disposition, simply standing nearby Sylbia as she introduced herself to the woman. All Jack offered was a small two-fingered salute off of his temple with his drink hand. Once Sylbia suggested they move outside, he lifted said drink and polished off its contents; no way the bouncer would let him take it out. He placed the empty glass on the serving tray of one of the Twi'lek girls before following the duo outside.

Outside, the night air was somewhat chilly and brisk, but the sky was alight with activity. The cityscape sprawled the entire surface of the world, and it was plain to see why no one here ever really slept. Speeders shot through the air left and right, and bustling bodies on the footpath off to the side of the entertainment promenade they stood on filed in lines by each other, composed of individuals from all walks of life. Jack held both hands in his pockets as he looked toward the two.

"Details would be nice. Still wanna know what we're gettin' ourselves into."

[apothecary]

 At the voice, Valnina turned around and responded with a nod. "Yes that is correct." That meant the woman before her must be the individual who posted up the operation in the first place. She agreed with going outside, a building such as this was... Unnatural, why any being would willingly consume such strange drinks happened to be beyond her, but there tended to be quite a lot which stood outside of a Vartian's ability to comprehend it. 
She glanced at the other companion, he offered her a salute which confused her because she was not an officer. Hidden by the gasmask, no one would noticed the raised eyebrow at it. Valnina decided she did not want to know what he had been drinking as he finished the last of it.
Surely it was not water? Nothing natural should have been such a colour. 

"Understood, yes details are required." The Vartian said in agreement as she followed her outside, eager to hear more information about just what and who they might be facing. Once outside, she cast a quick glance at nearby windows and rooftops, in case of snipers. There was a moment of hesitation, then the Vartian removed her gasmask, storing it quickly. In doing so she revealed a soft pale face. Curious purple eyes stared out at them, she offered them a slim smile, a strange gesture on a familiar face. Valnina's face after all was on millions of others, the perks of being a cloned race. Rarely did a Vartian bother to remove their mask when communicating with those who were not of their species, but Valnina was different. "I agree we need some more details." 

[Zarkan]

Sylbia stopped a little ways from the entrance of the catina before turning to her companions and giving them a slow nod as they both asked for more information. "I'll give the cliff notes right now and I'll fill in the rest later," she said slowly looking at her companions for signs of disagreement. "The simple form is this; We're going to Denon's surface." The small cyborg gave a slight shrug before continuing. "The actual surface. There is a cargo lift" Slybia gestured down the avenue to a nondescript structure with a large heavy durasteel door. "That we can take about five kilometers down. That should let us avoid most of the gangs of the lower levels."

She tensed slightly before continuing as she knew her companions likely wouldn't like the next parts. "I'd rather keep our path after that to myself until we're down there, but you should prepare for potentially spending a day or two down in the depths." Slybia began fiditing with her hands. "As far as threats I can't say with certainty what we'll find it's been over two centuries since the last expedition down to that area I can confirm." Slybia paused and looked at her male compatriots. "I hope you have more equipment stashed somewhere?" she asked addressing jack. "Running into pockets of toxic gas or radiation isn't uncommon, if not I'll forward you the credits to get a sealed light armor suit." She unconsciously smiled at the man and while it couldn't be seen through her opaque visor some of it bled into her voice. "I wouldn't want you hurt because we stumbled into a pocket of Chlorine gas."

"Otherwise," she began glancing Valnina. "Based on other undercities we're likely to run into malfunctioning droids and whatever native and non-native animals managed to adapt to the deep darkness." She sighed before continuing to the next part as she hoped that it wouldn't spook her companions off as mercs and spacers had a reputation for being superstitious. "The last expedition inspecting the support pillars in the area also reported some.... odd happenings, but as I said that report is over two hundred years old and engineers somewhat prone to superstition."

[Ysmir]

As the trio gathered just outside the cantina to begin their briefing on the task at hand, T7 rolled up to Jack from the direction of the landing pad that his starship rested on lazily; it could barely be seen through the crowds and skyscrapers, a stark black and yellow standing out in contrast to the more dull background of the city. The astromech beeped happily as he settled by Jack's side, and Jack looked down to him.

"'Bout time. Were you putting on your makeup?" Jack asked the droid a bit sardonically.

"Be-reet deet dee dee!" T7 replied in a series of frantic beeps, shifting back and forth in place a few times. Jack shook his head and patted the droid on the noggin, calming him.

"Relax, I know we need to be prepared. We're gonna be fine. Right?" Jack asked toward the other two, though it was somewhat difficult to ascertain whether or not he was being rhetorical or genuine with his question. In any event, he had hopped into truly listening to the briefing just as Sylbia mentioned the pockets of gas they may encounter; something he was not a fan of, but no stranger to. Hazardous conditions seemed to be the norm in his line of work. He waved his hand at Sylbia's offer.

"Appreciate the concern, but I got something lying around, I'm sure," he said with a shrug. The equipment locker on his ship was something he rarely delved into, but it was likely he had something of use laying around in the pile of crap he had accrued over his career. If not, well -- he'd buy his own. He didn't like being in debt to anyone or anything, let alone the person who hired him. Full pay, or no way. It wasn't a great motto to live by, but it was a motto. Jack looked between the Vartian and Sylbia.

"Animals and droids, sure. I got that. But," Jack began, raising a brow as he turned his attention fully to Sylbia. "What sort of odd happenings are we talkin'?"

Curiously, T7 turned his body to face Sylbia as well. "Beep-deet dee?"

[apothecary]

 The Vartian listened to the plan, a small frown appeared on her face at the thought of avoiding trouble. Her instincts were still to fight, to remove any potential threats and these gangs sounded like they needed to be defeated. But then again, they were only three in number. Who knew how big a gang could be? Still, if they did run across one she doubted that they would be much of a challenge, weak no doubt, lacking in discipline and skill. It sat poorly with her though to leave potential enemies behind them near their means of extraction. 

"Gas is nothing to worry about." Valnina said, she had fought in contaminated environments before, an underground passage filled with a toxin or other harmful substance would give her little cause for concern. Training after all had eliminated any panic over it, of course she could still feel concern and fear, concepts strange and foreign to her free mind. 

Droids were not going to be too much trouble as for hostile fauna well a few blaster bolts and a grenade or two should resolve that issue. At the mention of the supernatural the Vartian stared sternly at her two allies, akin to a strict teacher whose students provided the wrong answer to a particular question. "Pfft only the weak and cowardly believe in the supernatural." She scoffed, finishing her point by spitting onto the ground. "If it bleeds it can be killed. It is that simple." Things were very simple for a Vartian to process at times, but more common things like bars, trading and politeness were... Well they were skills she still needed to learn or otherwise discover through the help of others.

[Zarkan]

Slybia smiled faintly at the astromech droid as it scurried up to its master. The young cyborg had always felt a bit more comfortable around droids that other sentients. Ki perked up and leaning forward as the much smaller droid began happily chirping that the second droid from its perch on her shoulder. "I don't entirely know if I'd agree with that Valnina." she said choosing to direct her attention to the woman first. "There are certainly some very odd things you can stumble onto in the very old and hidden parts of the universe." She spread her hands along with a slight shrug as she turned to the much taller member of their little group.

"Still," she said beginning to fiddle with her hands as she turned her attention to the man. "I don't think it is anything to be concerned with." pausing to still her hands. "They are the normal sort of reports you get from nervous rental guards who've spent too long staring into the dark." She continued crossing her arms. "Moving lights, sudden temperature changes, random fogs and winds, whispering, moving shapes in the dark beyond the floodlights that sort of thing."

[Ysmir]

Jack fished around in the right pocket of his leather jacket, retrieving a metallic pick which he placed between his lips. Absent-mindedly, he chewed around on the end of it as he crossed both of his arms and looked between Sylbia and the Vartian; his cohorts, temporary allies. It was, in a sense, the loftiest of expectations to throw your lot in with a duo of complete strangers on a potentially deadly journey. But, that was the mercenary life. He had made it this far. What was there to fear?

Though, that mindset was completely overwrought by Sylbia's description of the place. With a furrow of his brows, Jack sidestepped ever so slightly from the Vartian as she spat onto the ground. Clearly, her deep-rooted belief system rivalled that of his own.

"Way you talk... sound like a Jedi," Jack observed with a small sniff as he looked to Sylbia. Though his tone may have made it come off as some sort of insult, it was anything but; he had learned in recent months exactly how deep the mysteries of the Force and its wielders went. With his own two eyes, he had seen an elderly man fall from orbit and strike down three otherwordly enemies in the blink of an eye. Then, that same man obliterated dozens more with a focused blast generated by the palms of his own hands. Although his wariness of their capabilities had not diminished in the slightest, his respect had certainly increased a fair deal. If this expedition was what it claimed to be on the tin, they were in for a surprise once they got down there.

He looked to Valnina. "Some call it supernatural, but I know a few people who'd call it another thing entirely," he began, exchanging glances between her and Sylbia, "Believe me, any threat, crazy as it might sound, is a credible threat when you got no idea what you're running into. That mindset's how I've survived this long, so I ain't gonna leave it behind any time soon. You know of any cases of people actually getting injured or goin' missing?"

[apothecary]

Valnina planned on disagreeing with there being odd things hidden in the depths of the galaxy, everything could be understood, every question deserved an answer and would have one... Yet, a small voice whispered in the back of her mind that though never having encountered anything like it personally there was an incident, a dark being, a nightmare who defeated the nation she formerly served. But even such a cursed creature could bleed, right? However like all Vartians, the being they knew only as the Great Destroyer they doubted he could die or that he even might be dead. Unknown to her and all of her kin, he was but a mere Jedi Knight, not some nameless horror from the depths of space. "Do you speak of the Great Destroyer?" She whispered before glancing furtively over her shoulder as if by just speaking his name he might be summoned. He was perhaps the only thing a Vartian feared truly. She shook her head as if to shake away some lingering thoughts and straightened up, trying to appear more confident. Even so, she loosened the strap on her rifle, making it easier to bring up to fire if the situation required it.

"Jedi are the Republic's elite soldiers, yes?" Valnina had come to discover that there always happened to be something new to see or encounter in this galaxy, always more questions to ask. Free to experience and understand the galaxy, she hungered for knowledge on all things and fields. 
She looked thoughtfully at the man, listening to him. "I believe my people would like you. You speak like a Vartian. Anything not a Vartian was treated as a credible military threat. Be it a powerful military nation or a stone age species encountered by a exploratory vessel. At least till proven otherwise. "Do we have any images of what might be down there?" She inquired, part of her nervous about seeing anything in those images. What if the terrible figure of the Destroyer lurked in them? Valnina shuddered, recalling her lessons in history as she learned about such a being during her training. If he was down there... Well she would do what her nation failed to, defeat him once and for all. 

[Zarkan]

"From what I've read it seems like your average Jedi would resent being called such," The diminutive woman said with a warm joking tone joining into her voice. "But, in a manner of thinking, I suppose you could say that sometimes in limited situations yes... kind of," she said with a small shrug. "Ultimately I think the Jedi think of themselves as either soldiers or part of the Republic though I've never met one so if either of you has more experience I'll defer to your experience." The cyborg left off the fact that she'd rather not meet one on the off chance that the force might behave differently around an artificial organism.

In response to the young soldier's question, slybia hefted the small holo-projector in her hand and ignited it with a single button press. "Unfortunately most of the images the contractors took are of the immediate surrounding area or infrastructure of the support column." She used her free hand to flip past several pictures showing ashen colored bare ground or beige and grey duracrete structures. Pausing with a slight bounce as she remembered the drone images and scrolled over to them. "One of their mapping droids did get back with some images. Most don't show anything interesting simple rubbish heaps or large bio-luminescent fungi or insects." she paused before continuing. "Unfortunately, this droid didn't go the direction of our target and the other droids didn't make it back based on the images this one collected and their own observations they assumed the droids ran afoul of the local terrain or wildlife neither of which are that uncommon." The woman winced slightly as she said that hoping that the other two wouldn't latch onto that small detail as a reason to abort the mission. "Other than those things there were a few images of ancient structures likely going back to the same period as our target and a few far off images from potential larger animal organisms, but nothing that particularly screams danger you wouldn't expect picking through the ruins on any planet's wildlands other than the extra danger of basically being underground."

[Ysmir]

Great Destroyer...?

The way she spoke and the sudden shift in her body language put Jack on edge. He lifted his brow, looking left and right almost in time with the Vartian. Jack barely knew of their people and their culture, and this was coming from the mind of someone who considered himself to be fairly well-travelled. Emphasis on fairly. Maybe it was some kind of boogeyman he wasn't aware of? Whatever the case, when she questioned him further, he shrugged. "Somethin' like that, but," nodding his head in agreeance with Sylbia's words, Jack paused before continuing, "most of 'em aren't too privvy to the whole... warrior gig."

With a whir of his servos, T7 rolled between the three, his viewfinder glowing a faint inner blue as it projected an image; an elderly Arkanian in a hard-sealed suit wielding a double-bladed lightsaber of violet colour. He spun about gracefully and with lethal precision as he cut down large, bipedal creatures -- Archeri Drones. Despite his apparent age, it didn't seem to affect his physicality at all. As added commentary to the recording, Jack continued. "But, like anyone, you push 'em hard enough and they're liable to push back. Hard. Believe me, you don't wanna piss off a Jedi." As before, his tone wasn't indicative of fear, but rather a healthy respect for Jedi and their capabilities.

"Anyways..." Jack gestured to Val's question as T7 ceased his broadcast of the recording, "changing the subject?"

He replaced his hands into his coat as he listened to the contractor explain what she knew. Jack had heard it all before; "Unfortunately...", "As it turns out...", "I'm led to believe...". All of it essentially boiled down to one fact, and that was that nobody really knew the facts. Jack, for his part, had stared down worse odds before, and so when Sylvia finished her explanation he responded with a simple shrug of his shoulders.

"So what are we standin' around here for? Let's go down and see for ourselves." T7 whirred and beeped in excited agreement while spinning around and headed toward the ship. Jack turned on his heels and lifted a hand, walking after his astromech. "Gonna go gear up. Meet you two at the elevator."

[apothecary]

 Valnina looked confused by the fact that most Jedi would regret being referred to as the Republic's elite soldiers. It was what they happened to be right? At least from her perspective they appeared to be such a thing. They were capable of impossible feats of skill and according to the rumours, equipped with strange powers. 
She shrugged. "I've seen one the once but I've never met one... They find issue with my kind." That was putting it politely, Vartian actions especially during wars left a lot to be desired of. 

"So we are going in blind then." She nodded slowly as if thinking on the best approach for their current task. Were she with a squad of her comrades, she would go in fast and hard, cleansing the target area in a brutal assault. But they were not Vartians and technically... She was a broken one, given how the Kran Val sector of her brain no longer functioned. Since it's disabling, she had been able to experience new thoughts and emotions she previously never thought existed. 

"We should bring heavier weapons just in case." The small woman suggested wondering where they might manage to find a grenade launcher. It should be suitable to scare off any larger predator, though by scare she meant remove. 

Her eyes widened at the images of combat, Valnina took a step back as her purple orbs stared fixedly at the blade of the Jedi. She had seen a similar such weapon before, a different colour and only a single blade but... She swallowed and pushed the thought aside. Yet it still nestled within her mind, a great and terrible concern. 
"I'm already ready to deploy." She said quietly watching him walk off. With a glance at the Cyborg Valnina asked. "Just so I know, he is a male right? His secondary gender signifiers seem to indicate it."