[color=#ff8c69]"Ah, well after your incident I was told to tend to you while they continued the mission. However, it is past the time when they should have completed it by almost thirty minutes. The mission must be completed."[/color] MZ-33 was like a hound dog with a scent. Determined to make sure the Republic survived. [color=#ff8c69]"I do not know what has happened to the General or Commander Firtick. I can only assume they have failed their mission."[/color] She didn't seem pleased with not knowing the answer. 

[color=#ff8c69]"Do you believe you could walk? If not I shall carry you."[/color] At least Commander Raynor was awake. MZ-33 had been a little concerned that he might not wake up. The damage to him from the mines had been...extensive. Not that MZ-33 had any medical programming. Something she thought funny after all this time. Not a single Jedi she had worked with over the two-hundred odd years had bothered with it, and Avar Kriss hadn't seen the point all those years ago.