[h3]Pira and Chase Jackson[/h3]

The wolves snatched the weapons, both still growling. It was clear neither trusted Bane, with their own reason. Bane wasn't their master or charge, so they simply didn't trust him. Chase put a hand on the white wolf's head, trying to calm her down. But the wolf jerked away and paced. It was clear that the white wolf was the temperamental one, and the brown wolf was the logical one.

"I do apologize for my animal friends. They find trust difficult," Chase sounded sorry on the wolves' behalves.

[h3]Kissimi[/h3]

Kissimi caught her before she hit the ground, setting her against the wall as she shook her own head.

"You're in no shape to do anything. The kids weren't here for me. I have no directive from the Council for a Padawan- much less a pair," Kissimi spoke firmly. "We'll go back to their ship, and you can rest. Then you can return to Coursant and speak to the Council."