Mevenn was silent. Much as she would have hated to actually verbally admit it but Kresst had a point. There was no way the troopers she knew like kin were traitors. No way they would turn on her, she knew better than most the bond that clones shared among one another and she had been lucky enough to become a sister to this band of clones. There was no possible way in which they would betray her, especially not in the way they had. Cooler heads often prevailed, this was an instance of it. She could sense the darkenss Kresst was speaking off as well, something dark was afoot and they had to know what.

Mevenn turned her head to the pilot. "Do it. Relay the message to my helmet." She turned to Kresst before he could counter her argument. "I need to do this Master. I need to know."