Knight Bani is heading the other way.  "They don't want anyone else in there, apparently."

"Yeah, that sounds smart. Nine, is there anything we can do to help?"

    "Not that I know of."

He considers this for a moment and plops himself down on the bench, tucking his legs up into a meditation pose.

When in doubt, meditate.  It has many more concrete results for Force-Sensitives.

If they were wondering what Dark feedback looks like, or Falling, this is the same sort of thing, more or less.

Fascinating. What can they do about it. "Anybody have any ideas?"

"...As much as I would hesitate to say this in any other circumstance, I expect that the Sith, as an organization, have already come up with anything we might think of in five minutes.  And I expect that Darth Kalbetis is actually using that knowledge for Lord Pradnakt's benefit, based on the feeling of her technique.  It almost feels Jedi, come to think of it.  Not in what it's doing, but - how it's doing it."

"...all right." How are the others doing?

Fine, if vicariously concerned.

Disconcerted.

Torn between writing this scene into a novel and the very real fear that if he does that Darth Kalbetis will stab him, honestly.

Grumpy but otherwise fine.

Intrigued by the technique on display, but saddened about the circumstances it's being used in.

Busy.

"Knight Bani, are you all right?"

"...Yes, yes, of course I'm alright, I'm not injured or anything," which sure is technically correct.

She keeps looking at Elcie.

Probably it's not a stellar idea to provoke the Darth's droid like that.

"I had a question about that thing earlier with the guy's lungs, can you help me figure it out?"

"Yes, of course."

Oh good, hopefully that's that problem solved, or at least deferred until a better time.

Hopefully.

...It is to Padawan Vidarra's credit, to identify and intercede thus.

...Anyway.  What the seventy-seven Corellian hells is this shit coming into sensory range on the ship that allegedly contains her mission partners?  ...Okay, to be fair, her sensory sweeps do show her mission partners aboard, but...

That's gotta be a Sith.

She doesn't like this.

You could say that, yup.

It doesn't take long for the other ship to hail her, and the astromech with the vocoder announces that the Nightfall Spectrum is en route to drop off her companions, would she like to speak to them?

Why yes, she would -

"Why is there what is unmistakeably a Sith's Force presence about to dock with our ship --"

"You may recall that this is Lord Pradnakt's personal conveyance, Knight Chion," interjects the protocol droid before anyone else has a chance.  "Consider contemplating gratitude that she allowed it to be used for this purpose more than was strictly necessary.  The Cloak has room spare in the barracks; it is therefore not obligatory to make this transfer in the slightest."

Van'ess Chion's fist tightens around her saber.  "Why, you impertinent --"