Jade seemed ready to pounce, so as soon as hostility almost began, the Farghul had her hand on the haft of her saber. The hostility ceased quickly as they were interrupted. Tasaia watched as Luke broke her illusion rather easily. It fit her observations of him being surprisingly strong despite little to no training. After all, even the most untrained could break most things with brute force, especially carefully woven tapestries like illusions. 

"Mmmm, let me answer Master Jade's question first. The Disciples offered me entrance once it was clear that I was in line with their mindset. The Jensaarai held nothing for me after the purge, so I isolated myself to meditate and understand who I am. The order is not chaotically designed. In fact, with the exception of the isolation causing ignorance of history, they mostly resemble Jedi. The key differences are ranks, equipment, and mentality about aggression. Every Jedi I have met views aggression as a path to the Dark Side. Some may fall due to it, but a Jensaarai trains diligently to use it without closing in on that point. We temper aggression with discipline. Our sabers are handcrafted, but they are simply our weapon. Our true bond is to our armor. We make it by hand, picking an animal that fights defensively to emulate. Mine is a loth-wolf. They were legendary creatures that were Force-sensitive and guardians of the balance on their world."

She stopped momentarily to settle back into a relaxed position and remove her helmet. "I ceased to fit the mold once the purge took my master. I had just become a Defender, a mix between your Knights and Masters. The Disciple picked up on that and my desire to help and protect. The offer suited me. I left quietly, letting my old order think as they will. I am no traitor, simply someone who fell from the fold. They neglected to make an attempt to quell my grief and misgivings."

She then turned to Hamner, flashing a white grin of sharp teeth. "My, my, all those assumptions. Yes, I am a Farghul, but I have no recollection of the homeworld or even my parents. I was raised by my master, She was a great woman and surprisingly accepting for a human. She told me that the documents seized explained that I was taken by slavers as an infant and kept enslaved and sedated for fourteen years. I remember nothing during that time. My first memory is of a hospital bed and my master asleep on it from fussing over me all night. I believe that is sufficient back story for me."

Her final turn was to approach Luke and take his hand, giving it a light shake. "I highly doubt you would approve of my usual work, so I would rather not get this order into hot water. As you may know, Disciples are known to take down tyrants. I have killed those I cannot depose. I do this to save civilians from harm. It may not reflect well politically. However, I do bring knowledge of many Force abilities, with my specialties being illusions and cloaking as well as barriers and healing. We will see where this goes, Master Luke."