Nima kept her lightsaber activated as she headed down the blank, sterile looking hallways of the base. Only a camera every 5 meters or so on the ceiling, all of which focusing on her every move, and other light fixtures broke the monotony. That and a pile of defeated droids every once in a while, along with burn marks on the walls where their futile bullets had been fired into, having missed their target entirely or by deflection. She felt like someone was watching her, and not just the obvious on the cameras. No...it was through the force. Someone was close by. Her skills at this wasn't perfect, but she could be sure of at least this much. Her master would have already found the person in question for sure, but all she could do was lift both lightsabers into a defensive position in front of her body and swivel her head around in search of some visual contact to confirm her suspicion.

"I know you're here. Come out with your hands up," she commanded loud enough for him or her to hear from where ever they might be hiding within the general proximity. "As a jedi I have the authority to place you under arrest should you not-"

And then it hit her. A horrible stench that almost made her throw up in her mouth mid sentence. What the heck was that?! A biological weapon? Her force senses didn't warn her of any attack of the sort, not even now that she was experiencing it first hand. She somehow managed to avoid regurgitating her latest meal, although her nose was scrunched up to the extreme. The "poison gas" didn't appear to be fatal because she was experiencing no symptoms other then the most obnoxiously bad smell that she had ever had the displeasure of experiencing. Had she been strictly someone who relied on the force it would have surely lowered her ability to concentrate, so luckily she relied mostly on her lightsaber combat and could hopefully put aside this distraction why she fought.