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"very well" the captain replies, typing away at her bracelet before both she and malice are teleported onto one of the fully functioning ships which seems to be quite a bit more utilitarian than she was used to as each little quirk of the design was meant for maximum efficiency rather than comfort, making the teleporter room rather small. A satellite is indeed left in orbit around the planet, but any cursory scan would show that the captain had not lied about it's scanning equipment, before the ships warp out, the particular one housing malice warping to the lunar bases for a pit stop before the clones, malice having been outfitted with a collar that seemed to prevent her from using her force abilities to a degree as she could barely do more than sense the most obvious of things. Malice is actually deposited in a jail cell for processing rather than imediately taken to the clones and is questioned rather thoroughly over her culture, traditions, diplomatic practices, fighting styles, weaponry, mystical methods, and cuisine though they are at least nice enough to keep the sensitive questions general enough that she could safely answer them without risk of rebuke from her master(s).

"ah yes, we've come across them. rather abrasive bunch. what specifically do you trade them?" she replies evenly, having ordered a burger and a refill after the fighting had died down enough for their waiter to come back.