Gaze shrugs. "Nobody made mention of any other groups but ours, so your guess is as good as mine." He sighs and rubs his head absently. "Still, if you are getting images of danger, we should be cautious going forward. Beyond that, I don't know what else we can do to prepare, but it's a good thing to have a hint at least."

Muu nods, “ Considering how the day begun, no wonder why I’m receiving visions of uncertainty ” he chuckles.

” We should investigate the shipyard schematics more thoroughly tomorrow. For now I believe rest is the best course of action. Good night, friend ” he says seeking repose after a long day.

Kataddik returns to The Jedi’s quarters and briefs them on what he learned during his “tour”.

“Well at least I was right about one thing: I knew who was important.” Tiberius grins, “Night, Zukoro, have fun staring out into space.”

When Tiberius turns to go to bed Zoroku returns to the viewport to gaze once more at the husk of a ship in front of him. ' It is bewildering how a design that old and prone to malfunction would be allowed to be constructed... This would not be allowed in the Ascendancy.' He retires for the evening shortly thereafter.

As the jedi slumbered aboard the shipyards, other events had been set in motion. Several years earlier, on the near by planet of Corouscant, a meeting of the jedi high council had been called to discuss one of their order. The young Twi'lek Oola Seena had been summoned before them. Though their reasons had been cryptic, it was almost undoubtedly because of the war. Since her return from the battles that her master had lead her into, her training had been almost non existent. She had spent much of her time shadowed by the temple guards, silent and ominous in their duties. Finally though, there was a shift, a change in the daily events with this meeting.

As she was escorted to the council chambers by the guards, the door to the room would hiss open as a woman leaves. She would storm past the group, barely sparing a glance as she goes past. Though she was wearing the robes of a jedi, she carried no lightsaber, and something about her felt, off, incomplete almost. The woman would have light brown hair and her face was twisted in frustration and even anger as she passed by.

The guards would not stop or slow though, leading the padawan through the open doors. The would pause just before them as they slid shut, sealing her in with the rooms occupants. All were easily recognizable, the jedi masters, the leaders of the prestigious order. Master Vrook, the elder and most irascible member of the council, master Zez-Kai Ell, a man of many thoughts and of soft words, master Atris, the historian and collector of knowledge, master Vash a master of investigation and seeking out the dark side. There was also a figure stood at the back of the room, resting against one of the wall pillars. He had sandy brown hair and rested with his arms crossed over his chest. He had a troubled look about him but did not acknowledge the padawans presence.

'Padawan Seena, you have been summoned before the jedi council so that a decision can be made of your future. Whether you will remain a member of this order, or if you will enter exile, leaving behind everything'. It was master Vash that spoke. She was one of the most powerful women in the order, if the most powerful. Her exploits of hunting down sith artifacts and temples had made her a living legend among the order. Now she sat in one of the high chairs of the council chamber, black hair tied behind her head in a serious pony tail.

'She should be exiled of course! Did we not just make this decision for another a moment ago?' Master Atris was the only other woman on the council, and was in stark contrast to the others. She was dressed in crisp white robes that matched hair hair despite her relative youth. She was at best a strict individual, verging on being severe. She was known to have had little sympathy for those who followed Revan, and showed none here either. 'She went to war despite the councils commands, and she should pay accordingly'.

'Agreed' Vrook would growl as he straightens up slightly in his seat. 'Lun had already taken this padawan for his own despite our warnings. Neither were ready for the responsibility and it has shown on multiple occasions. She has been tainted by the war and Revan's influence, her fall to the dark side is almost certain'.

'Not so' master Zez-Kai Ell would say in his deep rich voice. He would stroke at the large moustache that covered his lips for a moment as he examines the padawan. 'I do not believe she fought by choice, she followed her master in his own cause. Though it may have been misguided, it was done out of loyalty, not out of hate for the mandalorians or desire for conflict. Perhaps acting in this way for this reason is forgivable'.

'Nonsense! How could we trust her to turn her back on Revan and his teachings when greater jedi failed? Even her own master fell truly under his spell. What is to say she is not the same?' Atris would retort.

'Fear should not be a reason to send a young one into exile Atris' Zash would say in a calming tone as she two examines the padawan. 'Master Kavar, what do you say of this?'

Finally the man at the back of the room would stir. With a faint sigh he would straighten up and take the empty seat beside the others. 'To cast out a second jedi in one day is a task I would sorely like to avoid' he would say in a numbed tone. 'But what master Ell says it true. The conditions of her disobedience was different. I feel it is our duty to give her a second chance'. Zez-Kai Ell nodded silently in agreement.

Vrook would grumble inaudibly at this before looking to Zash. 'She would have to be supervised indefinitely Zash. With the loss of so many of the order we cannot afford another betrayal'.

'The safety of the order will be assured by the watchmen and the temple guard' Zash would state.

Still grumbling, Vrook would speak once more. 'It is too greater a risk to take at this time. I say she is exiled'.

'Exile' Atris would agree.

'I say she remains' said Kavar in a low voice'.

'As do I' comes the vote from master Ell.

'As do I' finishes Zash. 'Very well. Padawan Seena, you will remain as a member of the order, though you will do so under the close watch of the order until further notice. Do you have anything you wish to say to the council?'

Meanwhile in the bowls of the temple, the optics of K-1SO would flicker back online. He would find himself laid out on an operation table in a state of the art mechnaics workshop. To his right a man dressed in the uniform of a temple assistant would be busy putting tools away. He'd barely notice the droid come online, but would turn to face a robed figure who enters the room. 'Ah, master Olbark, you've arrived at the perfect time' the assistant would say as he gestures with a gloved hand to the droid.

The jedi would stride forward, pausing to move his face close to the droids as he examines it for himself. 'And you were able to get nothing from it?' he would say to the assistant without looking back.

'Not really, that things been through the wars, literally. Any memory storage it had must have been shaken loose by an ion cannon or something. Honestly, its amazing it can still function as well as it does'.

'And there's no way to recover the data?'

'Not without dissecting it really, and I was instructed not to do that just yet'.

The jedi would straighten up, turning back to the man. 'No, you did right, the council have some p,ans for it I think, though they wouldn't tell me what at the time. Did you find anything else of use?'

The assistant would scrape a data pad off his bench before handing it to the Olbark. 'A few bits and pieces. It's a bit of a custom job, basic chassis but someones been fiddling with the functions and adding tech to it. It's got combat protocols from somewhere. Probably why it's been carrying this around'. At this he would gesture to the cortosis staff that as propped up in the corner of the room. It's also got some programe used by police droids in the outer rim. Give it improved rational thinking and identification specs. It's usually used for investigating crime scenes, but not idea what Lun wanted with that kind of stuff'.

'That's master Pyra' Olbark would snap, his tone becoming stern. 'Did you make the council requested yet?'

'The restraining bolt? Sure. No chance it'll go for a jedi or civilian now unless order by a registered user now. Perfectly safe unless someone tampers with the bolt'.

'Good work. Alright, finish the maintenance and send it upstairs for its assignment in the temple'.

'You got it boss, I mean master'.

The next few months for the pair of newcomers to the temple would be dull at best. Neither had been allowed out of the temple ground, and Seena was almost always followed by the guards or the sublte outline of a watchman. Though her training progressed under a myriad of masters, she was restricted from going on missions for the immediate future. After a second thorough examination, K-1SO was assigned to 'protect' Oola, though his primay goal was to keep an eye on him. The general idea was that perhaps a familiar face may make Oola feel more at home, even if it was just a droid.

A year passed, and then another. With each month the pairs freedom grew and grew. By the end they were able to have free reign of most of the planet. They were even allowed to help in some of the more minor jobs that the jedi carried out in the city.

Finally a messenger came to them. They were leaving Corouscant where they would be joining a group of padawans at the Foerost shipyard. It may not be much, but it was better than anything either had experienced in a while. They were lead to a shuttle that would take them to the station with a data pad message for the padawans they were meeting explaining that they would be joining them. It was a days trip, and then they would begin an adventure the likes of witch neither could imagine being flung into.

On the station, the equivalent of morning was breaking. Gunda had been awake for a while, and had left his fellows a note on a data pad that he was 'going to talk to the engineers again'. Most likely he had been challenged to another round of gambling, but he wasn't there to confront at this moment. Breakfast was left for the jedi outside their rooms, and Zoroku was also left a message that the Admiral would be willing to meet with him today. Th note also said that the ship master may be dropping by to hear what was to be said about 'his ships'. The rest of the group was largely lef tot heir own devices and investigations. It seemed that the administration did not want to tell the jedi their business. Having said that, a gathering of guards could be found in one of the ground floor buildings to show them around wherever they wanted to go.

Walden woke up and set his bunk in order before reading Gunda's note on the datapad.

"Well, he's up..." Walden noted to himself before getting dressed in his armored robes. As he went outside, he wondered what to do.

"Flying an A-wing strikefighter...check. Talking to the air commodore...check." He wasn't sure if the air commodore liked his idea or not, but Walden doubted that the commodore would want to give it a try so quickly.

As he wondered what to do, two things came to mind.

He needed to get his daily lightsaber practice in. Maybe the guards would be willing to spar in a mock duel.

On the other hand, the Arkanian Dragon was bone stock. It would do to have some defenses on the ship itself and now was a good time to put that into order. Maybe there could be someone that could provide that?

Zoroku woke up early the next morning and readied himself for the day ahead until a heard a knock on the door. He opened the door and saw no person standing before it but on the ground was a pair of meals prepared for the two Jedi. He would take the two trays inside and set them on the table, next to one of the meals was a handwritten note with his full name on the cover, at least what looked like his name it was misspelled. ' The ship master will be joining us then, as expected .' He ate the meal prepared for him and left the other on the table, Luckily the meal was a cold soup and could wait for Tiberius to wake. ' Now to convince the two of them my plan while expensive is better for the republic's defense.' Zoroku grabbed his Data-pad and headed to the Office room that was given to him on the note he would approach a secretary who stood in front of the door, "I am here to speak with Admiral Haghaw, is she ready?" Zoroku handed the secretary the note and awaited a response.

Gaze would wake relatively early, and go through is morning cleaning routines. Then, donning his robes, he would step out and ask one of the people assigned to escort them, to take him to a room with a nice view of the planet. Upon finding such a viewpoint, he would thank the escort and ask to be alone.

Settling down, he would assume a lotus position, and begin to meditate while gazing at the planet. A giant, but also tiny ball of energy and life, spinning and twisting below. He would enjoy the view, always finding the distant perspective a very relaxing one, without all the issues that come with getting up close and personal. Rivalries, grievances, old wounds, both physical and mental, ego and ambition, all clouding up things, like the storm front he watched below him. Not that he didn't cherish his work as a healer, far from it, but it was always good to have time to let all of that drift away, to recenter, and focus on the Living Force, in all it's myriad facets. He would stay that way for some time, the hours ticking by as he regains his center within the cosmos.

On the shuttle heading for the shipyards Oola thought back to that encounter with the Council so many years ago. 'Very well. Padawan Seena, you will remain as a member of the order, though you will do so under the close watch of the order until further notice. Do you have anything you wish to say to the council?' Yeah she had something she had wanted to say,but she was sure at least one of the Council knew Huttese and her insult would have been fully understood. The Council. Lun was right about them. All they do is sit and talk. Talk and sit. Sometimes she wished they had exiled her, sometimes she wished she could just run away, sometimes she wished Lun would come back. A small smile grew across her face as she remembered the first time she had met that pompous windbag Vrook. The stuffy offended look on his face as she called her 'Master' by his first name had Lun nearly rolling on the ground laughing. Being at that temple for so long had grated on Oola's nerves, everything was so formal and proper. Luckily K-15O 'Kai-wan', or just Wan to her, had been allowed to be with her during the years and even now. She had no idea why Lun hadn't taken Wan with him. Lun did a lot of stuff on impulse. It had gotten them in trouble with more than just the Council on multiple occasions.

She was sat on a seat in the shuttle somewhat sprawling over it, impatient over the wait. She turned her head to Wan. So they put a bolt on you? The droid nodded its head slowly in its emotionless manner he uses when he didn't have a protocol to match. She did use those Hutt insults now, getting a look from the shuttle pilot. She was perfectly able to control her emotions when she needed but as Lun said Sometimes you just don't want to.

Tiberius woke and put on his armor after seeing that Zoroku had already left he ate and returned to the ship to sit down and work with his scrap, alone.

Once he was there it was quiet, Tiberius liked the silence, but sometimes it hurt. He remembered the screams of friends that he had killed simply because they were Jedi. He had fought with vigor, he remembered the scores of Rak’ghuls he had fought with his friends among the Mandalorians, the drinks they had shared. He hadn’t had a worry back then, he lived with his mother and father and a sister he didn’t even know he had. His father and mother had gone to Jebble the day before the plague broke out and Manda’lor had nuked it. Tiberius and his sister were never the same after that. He became more isolated; she had gone crazy with battle lust, until she died on Taris some ex-Jedi had killed her, he didn’t know who. Some Zune Carpet, Tiberius had wanted the Jedi to burn more than ever that day, he fought the Revamchinists and the Republic with renewed vengeance from that day forth. He had hated his friends and family, he became the Darksaber, the Death Blade. A butcher, then one day, at a small border skirmishe, he saw someone, an old friend, someone he had regarded as a brother killed in front of him. After that he wasn’t sure whose side he was on. The day after he didn’t get to choose, the Mandalorians were defeated and he went back to the Jedi. Now he was here. Alone amongst allies.

He looked down at his hands, he had been working while he reflected on his journey, it was a model of a Rekr, a Mandalorian wolf, a vicious and ruthless fighter, yet at the same time it was a noble and courageous creature. Maybe it was time to stop being the Darksaber or the Death Blade or the Blade Wielder. After all he wasn’t with the Mandalorians any more, he was back with the Jedi, and for some reason that thought comforted him, he wasn’t alone. Maybe it was time to be a new person; one more like a noble Rerk, than a cowardly Snake.

The Iktotchi woke up revitalize in his quarters. Muu thought " Today is going to be great! I can already tell! " as he prepared himself for the assignment ahead. To his surprise, the shipyard staff had already arranged an upscale breakfast for the Jedi. As the Padawan consumed his meal, he thought " I believe things are looking up for the Republic; the Council should be pleased once I provide a initial progress report. In this rotation, the Jedi will have acquired additional clarity of the advancement of the present shipyard operations" .

Once Muu finished his delightful meal, he continued in thought " I should really see who can provide a schematic layout of the station. Perhaps see what sort of safety features already exist within the corridors. I don't remember seeing guard rails in my vision; I might also want to investigate present emergency plans ". The Iktotchi steps out of his room to speak with security. " Excuse me, has the Foreman planned anything on the itinerary today? " he questions.

So they put a bolt on you? K-1SO nods.

"From your tone, Mistress Oola, I infer you take this as an unnecessary upgrade. Or a liability, even."

The tall droid tilts its head somewhat, toward its Jedi companion, but the expressionless face gives little away.

"I would posit that it is a welcome protocol, to aid me in functioning properly, and responding appropriately in society. Would that we all took to such programming so readily."

K-1SO pauses, because that's what is expected sometimes, in conversation. The Jedi is not certain.. but strongly suspects the quirky security droid of having a sense of humor.

"My indoctrination into the Jedi Order was nearly instantaneous, and my comprehension of its tenets complete. I understand it can take some organics a lifetime to master such discipline, and that violent emotional instability often accompanies failure. Observe my behavior, and one day you might aspire to be the shining beacon of Jedi representation, that I embody."

"Or if you would prefer a short term goal, I noted a few glaring omissions from your otherwise impressive stream of Huttese obscenities?"

It is a long journey, and Kai-wan goes into length about the etymology of some of the more obscure expressions she had used, and offers a few new ones. At some point, the young Jedi nods off.

Walden decides that now is the best time to get the Arkanian Dragon up and running with at least some defenses.

He goes up to one of the security personnel.

"Excuse me, sir, but do you know who would be able to modify the ship that we arrived with?"

The secretary sat outside the office would look up at Zoroku with a sunny smile. 'Ah, you must be the jedi master. Please, go right through. With that she would tap a couple of buttons on her desk and the door to the room behind her would slide through. The admirals office was a Spartan affair. It had a large central table made of a grey metal with a built in holo projector and computer panels. The large window at the end of the room provided a stunning view of the planet Foerost below. Sat around the table was the admiral and ship master, along with a few other empty seats used for meetings. As Zoroku enters, the admiral would stand to greet the jedi. 'Ah, good morning. Please, take a seat, we're both very interested to see what research you have to offer'.

Meanwhile the jedi shuttle would exit hyperspace as it slowly advanced towards the station. 'Foerost shipyards, this is jedi shuttle craft the Luminescent. Requesting docking permission, sending authentication codes now'. The high council of the order was one of the few bodies outside of the admiralty who had access to the codes that gave individuals entry to the shipyards.

'Roger that Luminescent, standby. Man there's a lot of jedi in this place, they're multiplying' the comms operator would say, letting his formal tone slip for a moment before the comms go silent.

While they wait the pilot would twist around in his seat to look at his pilots. He was dressed in the black and grey fight gear that the republic issued to their pilots. 'Alright you two, if you have any gear you'll want to get it together, we're going to be landing in a few minutes'.

With that the comms would come to life again as the station contacts them. 'Alright Luminescant, you have been cleared to dock, please follow the landing coordinates we are sending to you, welcome to the Foerost Ship Yards'. With that, the shuttle would cruise slowly towards the station and into the hanger that was being sent to them. The landing was easy enough, and after a moment or so the loading ramp would swing open to allow the apprentice and her droid to disembark.

This time there was no armed troops to meet the newcomers. Instead there was a young well kept man waiting with a pleasant smile. The was dressed in the uniform of an administrator and would give the pair a respectful nod. 'Welcome to the station, you must be the new jedi from Corouscant yes?'

Meanwhile the guards waiting downstairs would be found by Muu lounging around in one of the living quarters. A couple seemed to be playing pazzak while the others were simply chatting amongst themselves. As the jedi enters the room they would scramble to their feet as if they'd been caught slacking off on parade. 'Morning sir. I don't think the foreman had anything set in stone see' one would say.

'I don't think he wants to be accused of hiding stuff or pushing the jedi in a direction' another would say, promoting a nod from the first guard.

'Yeah, so you have pretty much free reign of the station sir. The foreman did recommend checking all of this sector before moving to the next one, but he doesn't want to tell you your business see'.

As Walden asks about upgrading their vessel, the guards would glance at each other for a moment. 'I think the shipmaster is talking to one of your lot, but one of the administrators will be able to help out with that. I'll take you there'. With that the guard would go to scoop up his pazzak cards and winnings before gesturing with a polite smile to the door and for the jedi to follow him.

It would be a long walk, but the man was able to get hold of one of the transportation platforms they had used the day before. With that it was only a few minutes before the jedi and his guard reached a huge dry-dock. Although there was no ship in this gigantic room, it was full of all sorts of ship parts and cargo crates.

The guard would lead the Walden to a small crammed office built into the side of the dry-dock, knocking on the door before pressing a button to let it slide open. Sat inside was a Weequey dozing at his desk. He would start himself awake as the pair enter, looking up at them.

'Morning Gwarb. This jedi wants to talk to you about fixing up his ship, I'll let you two get down to business'. He would turn to nod to Walden. 'I'll be outside when you're ready to move on sir'.

Gwarb would sigh as he pushes himself out of his chair, straightening his uniform. With a yawn he would move around the desk in the small room to stand before the jedi. 'Alright then, you want to spruce up that ship you came in huh? What did you have in mind? I don't think that we carry a lot of parts for a ship that size, but I'm sure we have something we can work with'.

" Thank You." Zoroku said as the door to the Admirals office slid open. As he walked toward the desk he examined the room ' Either she does not care much for personal decoration or her promotion to Admiral was recent... The Battle of Florn did only make her a Commodore after all." He looks about to see if the room could give him more clues as to the Admiral's personality. " Good Morning, Let us begin." He says as he pulls out a data card and inserts it into the desk, the Holo-table display lights up with what looks to be two fleets about to face against each other, " Admiral Haghaw, you should recognize this battle... the Battle of Florn, you were promoted for your heroics in saving many lives that day. " He pauses awaiting her response.

Tiberius is alerted by the Arkanian Dragon’s systems as the shuttle approaches and, donning his helmet, he walks across to where it was landing to stand by the man who greeted the two new Jedi. At least one of them was a Jedi, the other was a droid, but if a Mandalorian could be a Jedi, why couldn’t a droid be one. Tiberius muted his external communicator and snorted at the marked difference between the Dragon ’s arrival and the shuttles arrival.

Muu responds " Excellent. I am interested in observing a detailed schematic of the station's construction and becoming aware of the existing evacuation or emergency preparation plans set throughout the shipyard. Where might you direct me? ".

Walden thinks about the ship for a moment. "Hmm, first priority would be guns. Unless someone can find a way to fire lightsabers at ships, we have no defense. I was hoping if adding a dorsal and ventral turret was possible: it'd allow full coverage on the ship."

"Second priority would be increasing the handling on the ship. Not expecting it to out-turn an A-wing, but I'd rather have it be more nimble than now."

"Is there anything else that you would recommend, sir?" Walden asks.

Oola walked down the shuttle ramp and stretched out her arms with a yawn. She'd been stuffed in that shuttle too long. A quick glance around the hanger showed a ton of people of all species. Some were working on ships, some were chatting with data pads out, one guy was even running laps around the place! Oh this place is going to be much better than the Temple. Some lacky guy was standing waiting, for then she assumed. He seemed to have actually made some effort. She could get used to people putting effort in to impressing her. But the other. The other was clearly Mandalorian. But somehow was also joined with the force.

'Welcome to the station, you must be the new jedi from Corouscant yes?'

Hey! Oola, Pleasure to meet you. She takes the mans hand in hers. What's your name? How long have you been on the station? Whats it like here? What's your normal job?

She was used to this kind of tactic, if you overload them with questions added with her natural ability with flirting she can lead a sentient where ever she wanted, and she wanted away from this strange Mando until she could learn more about him. A plan that she Lun and Wan had used many times in the past. She would drag the source of info away while Lun and Wan would keep others distracted or even restrained if need be. (I would like to make a charm check Vs this guy. If successful I'l like to lead him away and persuade him to take me on an impromptu tour of the station ending at the bar )

Tiberius nods to the droid and senses the Twi’lek’s discomfort, odds were high she was going to try and get away from him. Odds were higher it was because of who he was. Despite his armor not resembling the armor most acossiated with the Mandalorians, he supposed she must have been briefed. He would follow the Twilek and the guard if need be, but if the droid was friendly, he would go with it, no, if it was connected to the force it wasn’t a thing, it was alive, Tiberius would go with him instead.

Gaze finishes his morning meditations, and decides to head back to the medical wing. It's possible there are some treatment techniques he can pick up from them, or vice versa. He was sent to help, and he knows nothing of building a starship, but he can fix a body. He calmly strolls down the hallway towards the medical wing, humming to himself.

Kataddik enters the hangar just in time to see a young female seemingly "flirting" with one of the station's workers.

"Uughguughhhghghghhhgh aaaaahnr uughghhhgh raaaaaahhgh.

Uughghhhgh huurh raaaaaahhgh?"

Oola sees a huge albino Wookiee, with a large sword strapped across his back and a lightsaber at his hip, looking at her, his arms crossed, and a dubious look on his face.

The admiral would offer a slight nod in acknowledgment of her recognition of the battle. 'I do, but I am unsure as to how that ties into the current construction work here at Foerost.'

The Mon Calamari would nod in agreement at this as he rubs his chin with a finned hand. 'Aye, mind I can't say I'm familiar with this battle myself'. He'd shrug at this as he glances between the two. 'I served as an engineer during the war, mostly away from the fighting'. Having said that the elderly amphibian would lean forwards in his seat to take a closer look at the projection. 'Looks like a big battle' he would venture, glancing back up again.

Meanwhile the jedi shuttle that had landed in the large hanger had already attracted a lot of attention. The engineers that were present were already attaching a large hose to the side of the vessel, most likely to refuel it. Unsurprisingly the newcomers would attract a lot of attention from the workers as they go about their business. For many this was still their first time seeing a jedi before, and the result was a lot of staring and whispering as they passed by.

As the armour clad jedi emerges from his ship, he would receive a similar amount of attention, though with decidedly more negative attitudes from the staff. The word of his true heritage must have spread overnight, and t he would be able to hear the hissed barbs and curses flung his way. No one made a move against him here, but it was painfully clear that while the other jedi may cause fascination in the residents of the station, he was most certainly not welcome here.

The entrance of the large Wookie would cause a number of the engineers and staff to disperse, hurrying to get back to work. No one wants to anger a Wookie having having heard the colourful and violent stories about their race.

As the Twi'lek bombards the young man with her questions he would look quite taken aback. He must have expected the more sober approach jedi were often famed for, or at least he certainly didn't expect this. 'Oh, erm, it's a pleasure to meet you Oola' he would manage to say as she quietens. 'My name is Halk, I'm an assistant to the foreman, so I suppose meeting important guests is my usual job'. He'd manage a small laugh at this, glancing around for a second.

Seeing the other two jedi approach he would move to one side, stifling a sigh of relief as well as any other answers he had been initially planning on. 'Ah, excellent. I suppose you already know your fellow jedi?' he would say as he waves with an arm to indicate Tiberius and Kataddik'.

Back within the station Gaze would find the medi bay easy enough, and would be able to enter the sterile room unaccosted. The medi bay would be quiet, quieter than yesterday. A couple of the beds that had been occupied by workers were now empty and had been made once more nice and neat.

The nurse he had met before was not there either, instead there was a male Devaronian in a white lab coat. He was a tall and lanky individual, and seemed to be filling in a prescription for an elderly man in blue overalls stood before him.

He would glance up as the door opens and offer the jedi a bright smile. 'One moment, I'll be right with you'. He would turn back man and continue his work. 'Alright, if these tablets don't have an effect in a week and I'll see about changing the prescription again'.

The man would grunt his acknowledgment before turning to shuffle towards the door. Now finished, the Devaronian would turn to approach the jedi with his hands rammed into the pockets of his lab coat. 'I'd guess that you're the jedi fellow who came by yesterday? Ghevu mentioned she'd had a visitor. I am doctor Mar Vor, a pleasure to meet you'. At this he would offer a red hand to the jedi to shake.

Gaze would smile and nod, returning the hand shake. "Pleasure to meet you as well, my name is Gaze Eeboh." He looks around. "I see things are still relatively quiet around here. Just you typical bumps and bruises?"