MZ-33 watched Raynor as he walked making sure he was not lying about his capability. [color=#ff8c69]"I am MZ-33. I am a protocol droid. However, I do have blaster integration."[/color] MZ-33 lifted her arm and out of it popped the blaster that had been built into it. If the droid could smile it quite probably would have been as they spoke. [color=#ff8c69]"I was designed to work with a Jedi."[/color] This was said with a bit of old sadness. Grief long inscribed into the circuits of the droid. 

MZ-33 didn't get into detail. The way her sentence clipped made it clear she didn't want to talk about it. That probably was another sign that MZ-33 was not your average droid. Desire and grief carried so clearly in her tone. [color=#ff8c69]"I was designed to assist in diplomatic matters...and escaping from diplomatic matters that went wrong."[/color] Again there was a grin in her voice. 

[color=#ff8c69]"You are prepared then?"[/color] She paused giving Commander Raynor time to respond, then turned and started out of the room.