Zetram spent the short trip to Csilla at a private terminal. His Omni-Tool flashed its bright orange hue within the small room, clashing with the blue light of the computer screen in front of him. Both devices were crammed with streams of data in a cluster of maximized windows. To the naked eye it seemed incomprehensible that anyone could focus on the incoming blitz of information, but the salarian partitioned his full attention to accommodate them all. Communication caches buoyed from all over the galaxy, and because the transport ship was in hyperspace, there were certain access points that were unobtainable. This helped in a sense, as it served as a filter for his canvas work. But what was he looking for?

"Justicar Z-t-am? A-e, you sti- th-re?" The salarian blinked at his omni-tool, eying a comm window before returning to his search. 

"Yes. Apologies. We're still in hyperspace. The encryption matrix is causing static." Zetram said, speaking in a quick-winded manner, typical of his kind. The camera feed was disabled, showing only a blank image where a face would otherwise present itself in live feed. "I have parceled the message before my departure from IIum. Still awaiting response." 

For a moment there was silence, and Zetram was afraid that his message was lost in the static. "Understood." The voice finally said. "The main fleet is currently engaged with the imps at orbit. We're en route to the LZ at the time frame we agreed upon. " There was a weight of expectation behind his tone, but if Zetram felt any pressure, he certainly didn't express it. 

"They've infiltrated the infrastructure months in advance. Had there been a problem, I'd have known that the mission was compromised instantaneously. Did you forget how this all works? How we operate?" The Salarian said, an uncharacteristic smugness seeping through. 

"Of course not. You people have a tendency of making sure that I never forget. In any case, that would be a huge disservice to past efforts. You don't just forget the kinds of things [i]we've[/i] been through." The voice's tone was more at ease, as if he had just remembered that he was speaking to an old friend and not some mere acquaintance.

"Same ship, different galaxy."

"Ha! There's the pyjak I know!" 

A sequence of interrupted code spilled in succession to each window like a domino-effect. Zetram eyed their cryptic message and deciphered it within seconds. "Green light. Repeat. Green light." And with that, Zetram shut off both devices and casually walked out of the room. 

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The special operations group went from one cold planet to another. Zetram made sure to armor up under his robes and set the suit temperatures to a more tropic environment. [i]Oh the deities, do I miss Sur'Kesh.[/i] They were greeted by war generals of the order. Some of which looked familiar, and he properly reacquainted himself before the briefing began...

As expected, the reason for their presence in Csilla was what Zetram had anticipated. The Avalian asked a question to which the Salarian thought had an obvious answer. One did not need the force to sense the hesitation she bore since their meeting with the Order in Illum. Perhaps she was still trying to come to terms with her current situation. This was quite the task even for two masters, let alone a handful of knights in their charge. He wondered if she'd even fought a Sith before. But she was unafraid to speak her mind, even in the presence of seasoned Jedi generals, so there was hope for her yet.

"Do we have satcom over the compound? If so, can we confirm their status and specific location inside? Also, expected numbers we'll potentially be dealing with? Anything significant about the base that should be taken into account?" Zetram awaited for the answers to those questions before piling on more. "This compound seems quite a ways from the actual battle taken place...What were Jedi Master Greon and his Padawan's orders prior to their capture? Where's our extraction point, and time frame expected to complete the task?" The salarian stood, clasping his chin with his fingers and analyzed the situation promptly.