[D4EA] Be Prepared

[Cefey Raneth]

The twi'lek snapped her fingers as something came to mind. "Mon dieu, I almost forgot - the pods had dispatched probe droids, you might know?"

"Being among the first on scene, we were able to save some on one that was shot out of commission. No data, but it should still be able to transmit signals." Maybe they could somehow use it to tap into comm-frequencies or set a trap.

"Monsieur Sharn, a Chiss aboard the Strange Charm has it still after we repaired what we could."

[Ender]

"I'll have to speak with him, then. See what can be made of it." He gruffly responded. "And you are absolutely right, Deputy. The Empire was never above slave labor, or as they called it, punitive labor rehabilitation for dissidents. We're not about to let that happen here again. Not after what the Confederacy did, not after what the Empire had already done." He almost spat the name out, anger coursing enough that Cefey, you could pick it up without even trying to sense it.

"This news just keeps getting worse and worse."

[Cefey Raneth]

She nodded quietly. The old clone didn't seem like the type to need a friendly encouragement at first... but his anger was... almost radiating off of him? Could Cal notice it too? She didn't quite know why, but she felt that anger overwhelm herself, and rather than being able to be a cheerful presence, the anger seemed to seep into her as well.

"Slavery is a terrible thing. I... don't want anyone else to have to go through that, if I can help it." Fey felt her own fists tense up as they clenched.

[Cal Arcton]

Cal looked back and forth between the two of them. It didn't take the Force to tell that some strong emotions were involved.

"Don't worry." He put in. "The people of Noventa aren't just gonna sit by and let that sort of thing happen. Not to anyone here." Well, except maybe in Providencetown. One mess at a time. "Whatever it takes, we'll stop'em. You've got my word on that." He nodded firmly to Leo... but it was meant for Fey, too.