[centre]~|Day 2: 8:31 - 8:39 GST|~
~|Aboard the Kaggath|~[/centre]

Andri watched the scene in concern, her brow furrowed as the Kel Dor fought against the Trandoshan Sith. She wasn’t a fighter, to be honest – her offensive skills were lacking and what she did know was more suited to be used against multiple opponents or in a battle of attrition. The Epicanthix was a much better talker than she was a fighter; that was why she had spent the last fifteen years on diplomatic missions as an ambassador for peaceful negotiations. Certainly, the black haired woman had seen conflict and combat - they were in a time of war, it was kind of hard to avoid fighting at some point - but she had been lucky enough to avoid actually aggressive conflict beyond protection detail for politicians and the like. Her lack of combat skills had never truly been an issue before now.
 
Andri knew how to be honest with herself; she was sorely underpowered to help in a fight against a Sith of this calibre. The only ‘offensive’ ability she knew, beyond the basics that all younglings and padawans are trained in, was Force Stun. The last time she tried that, the Sith barely even flinched.

When Xid spoke, his voice low enough to avoid the notice of the two Sith in the room, Andri’s mind whirled. But what could she do? The Epicanthix had literally just admitted to herself that she was not a fighter; she was support at best. The black haired woman chewed on her lip slightly, still frowning slightly as she studied the scene. Honestly, she wasn’t sure what was going on beyond the Trandoshan had tried to take the Twi’lek, and the others had tried to stop him. It had been an automatic reaction for her to jump in and help the other Jedi - one that seemed to be turning into a lot of trouble.

The lizard-man certainly didn’t seem like he was going to stop trying to take the girl, just because the Jedi protested. Is that not what the Sith brought them here? To test and torture?

Andri glanced down at Xid again, and released him. It wasn’t her place to restrain him from helping whichever way he could, even if the conversation the pair had before weighed in her mind. If he died, what were they to do? But the anxiety on his face was obvious to her, as she was so close to him, and she couldn’t begrudge him the chance to help save his friend however he could.

“I’m not sure how I can help, to be honest.” She murmured to him. “I’ve not exactly trained as a fighter.”

Any response he may have given her was washed away by the sudden wave of the Dark Side emanating from the Kel Dor as he leapt over the Trandoshan. Andri’s mind reeled back, her jaw dropping slightly as he attacked, before some instinct had her hand rising as the Sith made to react in kind.

A Force Stun left her, focusing on the Trandoshan as she weighed whatever strength in the Force she had behind it. Hopefully it would be enough to stop him from slicing the Kel Dor in two, and the others could take advantage of any distraction she caused. At this point, the Epicanthix would be happy if he left without killing or permanently maiming somebody - let the Sith take the Twi’lek if he really desired, as long as he brought her back.

She could think about the Kel Dor’s Dark Side use later.