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Tasaia watched the apparently unusually mirthful Jade prod her ribs, though the hit would result in no reaction given the armor the Farghul wore. As they walked, though, the tear into the Force washed over them. Mara reacted the worst of the three, though Tasaia was closest behind given how deeply she tended to immerse herself in the Force. She staggered, catching herself by wrapping her tail around Mara's waist and then using it to help support her. She found the description rather apt, though she would have probably described it more like a blade between the Dark Side's ribs.

Hamner's question as he looked at the Farghul was met with a grim shake of her head. "No...you are thinking too small. Something that strong could make a wound in the Force. It's likely to have galaxy wide consequences. We're going to need to prepare for something potentially worse than the war we just ended." Her grim forecast seemed almost confirmed by Luke. As he spoke and Jade regained her composure, Tasaia let go of her waist, letting her tail fall back down, the tip flicking back and forth as the felinoid worked through her agitation.

Luke asked her, almost plead with her, to help them. Whether he asked or not, this was too important to ignore. "Master Luke, you needn't ask. It is part of my duties to protect those that cannot protect themselves. This will require my attention and will likely start to draw the rest of my order towards it if it continues to grow like I predict." She flipped her comm open again.

"Mistress?" The droid's cadence was one of worry as Tasaia rarely contacted her so often.

"Prepare the ship for flight. Do a weapons check. Get all the guest rooms ready and reserve two of the passenger rooms for individuals. Take stock of our medical supplies and rations. Make sure we can operate at full capacity for at least three weeks. Battle is likely, so arm yourself, my dear." Tasaia, while normally very light and full of levity, had become cold and serious for the message. Everything had to be prepared and perfect if a mission was taking place.

"I will, Mistress. Come back unharmed once we meet the enemy. I shall inform our gunner." The line went dead as her droids jumped into action.

Her serious demeanor broke back down once her orders were issued, a smile forming under her helmet when Mara asked if she would prefer some combat. "Very much so. I enjoy my hunts, especially if I have another predator to share the spoils with me." She pulled out her lightsaber and gave it a small flourish to test its weight before extending both blades and checking the emitters. "Been a while, old friend. You are as eager as ever." To anyone that understands sabers, they would notice the obvious signatures of synthetic crystals, though the energy pulses traveling from base to tip every few seconds would mean the crystal were compressed to produce more agile, slender blades. Tasaia then switched one blade off and activated the dual phase, careful to face partially away as the blade extended to its three meter length. "Yes, you are very eager to be my claws once again." She then turned it off before placing it back at her belt and turning to Mara.

"My equipment is ready. My ship will be ready shortly. We can leave whenever. You get your own room, same to you, Master Hamner. Each has a sanisteam for use, so please feel free to clean up any time you desire. And Master Jade, if you need clothing, I think you will fit in mine should you want something light and airy to lounge in before the battle." She then turned towards the direction of her ship. "I can lead you to it if desired. I will also drop the illusion to allow it to be detected on sensors. Please warn our allies of its sudden appearance." She waved her hand in the direction of the ship, letting her strong illusion ritual fall. Anyone manning sensors would suddenly see a large ship appear within walking distance of the temple, hidden in the jungles. Its thermal signature would be minimal as it was landed and only powered for living. The size, though, would hint at it being either a large civilian freighter or a medium troop transport.