She considers. "I suppose we'll have time to heal him before he goes. I am willing to volunteer the Spectrum for this if you're confident I'll get it back, it should make a better first impression than anything I'd expect Tuscias to have had."

"A shuttle's a shuttle is a shuttle, but...  It would.

"...and if it didn't, or if there was damage - you would be made whole in at least the physical aspects."

Her presence turns distant for a moment, delving the skein of the future, carving out choices.

"...Less than 5% risk, less than 2% risk...

"...Less than 1% risk --

"Putting that poem, the one about fear, in pride of place - seems to help, immediately and overall."

"Daisy, do you have another copy of that one?"

    "I do; I think the black and yellow one will work best without redecorating. Or we can redecorate, if you'd like to give the Jedi a more gradual introduction to the idea of working with Sith," she directs at Kalbetis, and then to Pradnakt: "and I'll have Nine and Tim start packing up everything sensitive."

"...no, best to - hit them in the face with it full off, so they have time to get used to it before they actually have to do it.  ...I think redeploying the black and silver one is better color theory, though, the black and yellow...  Mm, just seems not right for some reason.  I'll - Elcie, fetch the package from my quarters," she says through an intercom, "and run it back to the Nightfall Spectrum, would you, we need it for scene-setting."

Pradnakt stares Kalbetis down. "Daisy, you have silver ink and black paper, right?"

    "Yes ma'am."

"That's yours," she addresses Kalbetis firmly. "You keep it. She'll have another one ready by morning."

"...Actually, belay that last, Elcie, they're making another one."

She seems faintly embarrassed that she didn't figure they would do that, to be honest - but also rather touched they did.

Pradnakt at least has the good grace to look embarrassed herself as she stands down. "Sorry, that was out of line of me. Just," she gestures vaguely. 

"No, no, it's...  It's appreciated."

"All right." She shakes her head and chuckles. "Sith. We have the reputation for a reason."

"Now whyever could that be," she quips back, "it's not like I'd ever, say, commit treason by conspiring with 'the enemy' because I feel very strongly about something, would I?  I'm just an innocent Darth!"  ...Send help, she broke her own sabacc face, dear Force the irony of that line --!

Hopefully Pradnakt's giggles won't be too contagious.

Oh, they were fully intended to be.  Give her just a minute, it's been a while since she's had a good laugh like that.

"...Goodness, where were we?"  Her attention flicks backwards in time, over the past few minutes, recovering her train of thought.  "The Jedi, yes.  Right.

"So we will use the Nightfall Spectrum as an intermediary...

"Getting their attention is, I think, something we may also wish to do with Rafiik's cooperation.  Perhaps if we involve Daisy and Elcie in the process they'll be more likely to listen to them in the future...  We know their vector of approach..."

...She still needs to do something about that blasted artifact...

"I think we need to bring these preparations to Rafiik, before they can continue.  There's some carefully selected truths I want to seed in the messages, or, well, just the one - implying that there are two different ships holding our rescues by not even lying that there were two shipfuls taken up from that planet, so that if the Jedi commit to front-stabbing us the moment they think they're done with healing, we can break contact before they try - but that's about it, for what we do before the Jedi arrive."

"Clever. Rafiik's still asleep - and he could use it - but I don't think he'll be much longer. Are there any strategic or tactical considerations for while they're here?"

"Mmm...Nothing immediately comes to mind; my staff is trained against mind tricks, and given the setup we can set up the Jedi having access to only the patients and not the rest of the ship to begin with, though we'll have to dock your ship somewhere less convenient, during."  The Cloak itself does have docking ports/airlocks, at least.  "Hmm.  Will I find anything if I deploy the defenses against phasing..."

"...Looks like either they're good enough to find that out, not capable of such random esotery, or smart enough to not piss me off by concealing their Force signatures to even try.  Or simply too busy.  That's also possible."

Pradnakt nods along. "On my end - Daisy's line was designed for close work with Sith; she's had some work done by your staff but even without that she can take a 'saber strike better than you'd think, her designers took some care to keep her vitals out of the way of one. If it comes up we'll have bigger problems - the most likely case is her putting herself between me and one of the Jedi - but if she does, she knows what she's doing. She and Nine have a private comm upgrade; the security on it isn't amazing but it might still be useful. My lightning shroud is pretty niche, tactically, in a fight, but against Sith it's a useful threat display and I'd expect to have some amount of success with that here. It's a useful display to allies in some cases, too, since I can't hold it while I'm enraged, so if I'm maintaining it you can assume that I'm not desperate or fighting to kill. - And Nine is from a line with shoulder cannons, in case you didn't recognize his specific model."

She nods.  "We should see if some of my spare protective equipment will fit you.  A little bit of cortosis can go a surprisingly long way in making anyone with a 'saber regret trying something.  I'm not sure why people always try to make armor of the stuff when what works just as well is a simple mesh layer that also doesn't mess with your mobility nearly as much.  And Elcie...  If I tried to lay out the various concealed systems she has beneath her protocol-droid exterior I think we'd be here fifteen minutes, but she definitely also has weaponry aplenty."

"Huh, that's surprising. Daisy's always refused to pick up any offensive options."

"I couldn't possibly speculate on the divergence, but I think I blame the Mandalorians.  She's operating on a protocol droid base, and sometimes I swear they treat combat like a second language."

"The protocol base might explain it all by itself; Daisy's always said fighting is unbecoming of a servant."

"Mmm, I certainly would think that might be relevant."

"Mmhmm. Anyway, it looks like things are starting to stir in the medbay, if I go meditate now everyone should be ready by the time I am."

She nods.  "If Rafiik's awake, I'll speak with him while you do that.  After you?"  She gestures to the door.

She goes in for a quick hug and then goes about her business, leaving Daisy to pack up the tea and follow Kalbetis to the medbay.

She might take a minute to recover from the surprise while securing the office.  ...Yes, she got some warning of unexpected positive feelings, but that doesn't mean that how they came about was so crystal-clear as to allow her to process them in advance - she's allowed to be surprised, for goodness sakes!

Regardless - Rafiik awaits.

Rafiik has just woken up when she gets there, and is looking miserable as he waits for the hypospray he's just received to kick in. "G'morning. - uh, my Lord." Is that right? Is he going to be hurt for getting it wrong? Why is he hanging out with Sith, again?