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Jade's surprise at her armor was comforting on some level. Tasaia was an above average smith for her previous order but was not any of the most masterful they had. Her work was beautiful and effective, but it was nowhere near as intricate as the most seasoned the Jensaarai had. "I am glad you enjoy my craftsmanship. There are far better than I among the Jensaarai, but mine is still above the average. Perhaps it is good the Sith could not properly work the alchemy and machining. It gives us a bit of an edge against those that would seek only to destroy." She thought it was almost comical that her old order had found a means to meld technology and alchemy so easily while the Sith, the original alchemists, floundered and hurt themselves. "I must say, though, it is funny that the most esteemed Sith cannot even do what a Jensaarai apprentice does to become a full fledged defender. Our armor and the systems inherent are modifications and hand crafting done to ascend from what would be your Padawans into what would be your Knights. I had not considered it anything but simple work to be done, yet out here people flounder and marvel at it."

She then heard Hamner's comms go off. His conversation led her to realize they had some duties to the New Republic, as expected given their funding source. Luckily, it was nothing that would be aggressive. Jade offered for her to come along, and the Farghul nodded, sweeping her hair back before taking her helmet from Jade and putting it back on. "I do prefer the living as I can manage them easier. Let's warn them about my...techniques for private conversations, though. I will be weaving an illusion in the chamber much like I did for us earlier." She took a step closer to Jade, leaning in for a whisper. "If you want to learn, I can teach. If we get the materials, I am happy to help you craft your own special set of armor. However, there is more ceremony to this than just practical armor. Your armor is an extension of you, just like your saber. We can discuss this more when we have a bit more time to breathe, though I'd prefer in my ship as it has air conditioning."

She raised her brace and flipped it open, revealing a more advanced comm unit than most. She called her ship, her servant droid answering.

"Yes, Mistress?" 

Tasaia rolled her eyes under helmet at the feminine voice's insistence at calling her Mistress. Some habits die hard. "I will be home late and possibly with guests. please make sure the guest quarters are nice and tidy and the sanisteams are online and working." The voice responded within moments. 

"No need, Mistress. I have already done so as I ran out of cleaning duties and had nothing interesting to read or draw. If it pleases you, I will brush up on my game techniques to entertain any guests." 

The Farghul giggled at that. "You can play any time without asking permission. My ship is your home as well and you deserve some fun. See you later." She closed the comm before shaking her head. "That girl is sweet but her programming still hasn't developed far enough beyond the subservience yet."