[h2][color=Salmon]Hirani Blen[/color][/h2]
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[color=salmon][i][b]”I am down the hallway from the blast doors to the bridge. Right outside the elevator doors.”[/b][/i][/color] 

Hirani peaked down the crisp white hallway from her position around the corner towards the bridge as she communicated with Bocri. The entire floor was actually unoccupied apart from herself and the handful of clones that ran the bridge. She slid down the wall while turning her had back from the hallway to sit on the floor to meditate. The bag she carried was now positioned in her lap and was being used as a resting place for her clasped hands. Closing her eyes, the Jedi began to meditate. 

Through her trance, she began to take note of the positions of the clones, the remaining hundreds were scurrying about the ship like ants when you kicked their hill. The altered clones were filled with overwhelming anxiety and Hirani was starting to think that is was perhaps for the best. She didn’t want to fight her former allies and had hope that they would be weary to confront the two Jedi. But she knew it was a foolish wish. These men were created to be an efficient army and they proved that they will follow any order given, no matter how cruel. 

Redirecting her consciousness to the bridge, Hirani began to familiarize herself with the thoughts of the clones inside. If she needed to, she could control the actions of one, befuddle the thoughts of them all for Bocri to execute an easy takeover, or she could also put these clones to sleep like she did to CC-9547’s group which would be the most gentle route. 

She reached out to her human partner, [color=salmon][b][i]”Bocri, I’m in a position where I can put the clones to sleep if you’d like? It would only take me a bit of time… “ [/i][/b][/color]