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The Covenant delegation's arrival aboard the [i]Malevolence II[/i] was observed with interest and anticipation by its commander. As the alien vessel of rather unique form entered the docking bay, Sinnali's senses in the Force caressed its structure inside and out. It wasn't an act of a tangible sort, of course, but even so, through her blindsight technique, she gradually got a feel for the shape of the ship and found herself appreciating the uniquely sleek contours it displayed.

Despite being rather less "sleek" than their vessel, the aliens that departed it were no less interesting, tall creatures with lanky, deceptively muscular limbs, fleshy mandible-laden heads, filled with teeth, sitting upon long necks. It was interesting to consider them from an evolutionary perspective, as -if she didn't mis-recall- long necks typically were a trait of prey creatures, allowing them to more easily watch their surroundings, like a periscope. Though, the hunched postures these creatures had didn't seem like it might facilitate that movement. Not to mention the glimmering armor... and weapons.

No, Sinnali had seen all manner of biology paired with all manners of culture and capacities. And whatever else these beings were, they were clearly warriors of at least some note; it would behoove her to respect them as such. Not that she'd had any intent of doing otherwise.

Smiling pleasantly, Sinnali returned the bow of one who took the lead, introducing himself as Remas "Be welcome as honored guests and allies in this critical time, Shipmaster Remas and Blademaster Vikti. I am General Sinnali, co-Commander of this vessel. My second, General Grievous, has delegated the arrangements of alliances to me and so shall remain absent for the time being." Nodding to the Covenant leaders and the Jedi, she folded her arms. "There is indeed much to be discussed, and with any fortune, our conveyances will be fruitful."

Finally finished with the pleasantries, Sinnali listened to the Jedi Master Qui-Gon speak, as he provided them an overview of the crisis at hand. Sinnali's pleasant smile faded a bit at the tale of slaughter in the Jedi Temple, replaced with a more somber neutrality. She allowed a small echo of her sympathies to escape her mental barriers in Qui-Gon's direction, as she nodded, one gloved hand rising to pinch her chin.

"My condolences," she finally said, meaning it.

While she had obviously had her issues with the Jedi as an institution and their rigid ideology, the malice she had once harbored for them had long-since faded in its majority. Her grudge was with those who had wronged her specifically, not the Jedi Order as a whole, and despite her Master's schemes, she'd never quite shared his enthusiasm for ending the Jedi... Not that she was planning to stop him, of course, but then again, it wasn't like she'd ever claimed to be a good person. She simply found it to be a shame and a waste to exterminate something so wholly, especially to the degree of discarding their knowledge as inferior simply because it wasn't the Dark Side.

Which was why she couldn't help but be disappointed in the devastation the Replicators had caused. The potential loss of so much knowledge... of so much potential in so many budding Force users... It was a tragedy. Truly.

She raised a brow behind her blindfold, as Teal'c stepped in before any further elaboration on the situation could commence. Bemused, Sinnali received the handheld computer, her other brow rising to join the first, as she felt out the contents. While seeing screens had been something that had taken her a while to figure out as an expansion of her blindsight, once she'd learned to discern colors and even sensations like heat, things got a lot simpler.

Which is why she had little trouble now perceiving the lines of code trailing down the small screen. She blinked in astonishment at the proposal to alter the Ion Cannon's frequency, turning the idea over in her head, as one hand rubbed her chin thoughtfully. She focused on the numbers running across the screen, mulling them over in her head and making a few broad estimations, before slowly nodding.

Turning to Teal'c, she said, "We might be able to. Admittedly, the idea has never been seriously considered before, given that the weapon was already quite sufficient as-is, but recalibrating the Ion Cannon to fire at a different frequency should be possible. In theory." She waggled the handheld computer in her hand. "I presume this has the capacity to digitally transfer those calculations of yours? If so, then best we get them transferred to appropriate personnel sooner than later."

Pausing, she tilted her head and chuckled. "Of course, we'd welcome any further expertise of yours in this matter when it comes to adapting these calculations to our weapon. I would perhaps send you the schematics of the Ion Canon to get a second opinion on compatibility, but I suspect General Grievous would strenuously object to having that data in outsider hands. Security reasons, you know." Shrugging her shoulders with a wry smile on her lips, she added. "Of course, as long as the data doesn't change hands from our systems to another, I don't see any issues with having an expert simply observe it on our own equipment." She shot a glance at the Covenant delegation's landing ship. "We are among technological peers, after all; judging by these calculations, I doubt our Ion Canon is much of anything your universe hasn't seen before, but I'd prefer not to toss protocol aside on a whim."