Mevenn thumbed the activation stud on her lightsaber, the green blade receding intot he hilt as she let go off the Clone. Instead using the Force to lift over his weapons, clipping the blaster to her utility belt and sliding the pistol into the holster. She nodded her head to the Clone, indicating that he should go first. "I'm ready for anything now Master. Nobody else is going to jump me in the same way that they just did. No-one." She walked up the ramp behind the Clone Trooper, the little astromech droid belonging to their droid whizzing up to greet them. Obviously worried about the fact that the war was rapidly approaching the ship, and all of its occupants. 

Mevenn hung back, shaken to her core belief. What kind of order could cause the Clones to betray them? They had worked together for years, some of them since the beginning of the war. 

"What's going on Master? Why do I sense such fear, and suffering? Why can't I sense my Masters presence?"