Lahana groaned as Anari helped her to her feet. Her whole body was sore, though thankfully none of her wounds were serious. An application of a little bacta would be more than enough. "Why does everyone keep... saying that?" She said, struggling to move her legs. "I've dropped from the sky plenty of times. The first time was because my parachute broke, but still, it's not that strange is it?" She was handed off to her master, who she couldn't help but avoid eye contact with. "Master, I-" Before she could speak, Gloopra interjected. She glanced at the courtyard with a stoic expression as he rambled. There were well over one hundred corpses surrounding her. She felt a faint sense of familiarity and comfort. She gripped her arm and looked to the ground. [i]"Disgusting."[/i]

"Gloopra, right?" Kale addressed the Jedi. "Rest assured she will learn her lesson." He let Lahana go, leaving her to stand on her own power. He tapped her on the shoulder, and her body suddenly felt much lighter. "We will speak in a moment Padawan, go take care of yourself." Kale said. Lahana's mouth twitched as if to say something, but she had nothing to say back. 

"Yes, master." She whispered, walking off to the infirmary.

Kale motioned for Gloopra to lead the way. "So, what is the issue?" He said, glancing at the group of thugs he had apprehended as they were lead to holding cells by a couple armed soldiers.

Meanwhile Fufuro approached both Sutra, Jaida, and the other mercenaries. "You are welcome to stay in the barracks if you wish. As for your payment, the credits have been transberd to your accounts." She bit her tongue while speaking, flubbing a word. "Please do not hesitate to ask me any questions you may have."