"- I can, yeah. Uh, some of them might be from the Senate. More than one bunch of them might be from the Senate, the Senate doesn't. Coordinate very well."

Envee relays this, then: "Likelihood of infighting?"

(Callida helps shepherd her crew to the nice air conditioned building. TN in particular needs help, beeping unhappily all the while. This task completed, she drags a chair to the top of her ship/pile of slag and sits, watching Envee's transcripts with a critical eye. Yep, this is going to go badly, isn't it.)

"...pretty bad, honestly, getting ahold of the ship would be a major coup, the incentives against infighting aren't that good. And some of them could be foreigners who think Calado shouldn't have it and are coming to swipe it."

"Oh," says Envee.

Callida retrieves her comlink. "Is he likely to require my protection as well?"

"—My lord's wondering if you expect to be in danger during all of this, and if you'd like protection."

"I should be safe if I stay out of it."

"As you like. She'll try to keep the mess from troubling you, anyway, you've been very helpful."

Callida sits calmly and watches the sky, wondering if she's going to need to conquer a country to get off this rock.

"Thanks, I appreciate that."

The first batch arrives in a helicopter! There are greys in there and one green.

"Translation please," requests Callida, turning her comlink up to full volume. She stands from her chair and bows politely to the greys and green.

"Greetings from the Sith Empire. I apologize for the state of my landing."

"Hello!" says the green. "Do you need some help with that?"

"I probably wouldn't mind it, but I suppose that depends on what you mean by help."

"We can haul the ship and you to civilization, get you whatever you need."

She doesn't like this. It feels like they're trying to manipulate her. But they haven't yet crossed any lines, so she's still willing to play along. She can play stupid. Let them trip themselves up.

"That sounds like an excellent idea. Are the others on the way here to assist you?" she asks, sweetly.

"Greys are crewing the helicopter, they can attach the wreck to it to get it out of here. Everybody else is back in the seasoned part of the country."

Yeaaaaah, okay. She doesn't like this answer very much. Nor does she have warm fuzzy feelings about them, empathically. Time to see what happens if she says no.

"If you're not working with them, then do you mind if I hear out the other offers before deciding where I'd like my ship hauled?" she wonders, still very pleasantly.

"What other offers?"

"From the other people that are on their way."

"...how do you know there are any?"

"Some of my ship's sensory equipment is still functioning," she says, which is actually not a lie, because she counts as part of her ship's sensory equipment, "and there are two other groups on their way."

She is the absolute picture of innocence. Look at her. She's so wholesome. Maybe they'll think she's one of their oranges, she has the hair for it.

"What if they're coming to attack you or something?"

"That wouldn't be very tactful, and wouldn't help with future galactic negotiations!" she says, like the very thought of people showing up to kill her is completely unthinkable. "I'm a Sith Lord, member of the ruling elite in the Sith Empire. Good faith diplomatic relations would be seriously impacted if someone were to just attack me. Or if someone tried to force me to work with them."

The 'Lord' gets translated, and the 'Sith' does not. The word is a complicated and historical thing, and does not easily translate. She continues to look wholesome. She even smiles winningly.

("This is the most amazing thing I've ever heard," whispers Deenia, delighted and grinning ear to ear. "Can we get a recording, I want to listen to it later. Fondly."

// Best conversation == already recording to TN's databanks //

"Yes, good.")

"Some people might not care about that! I'd really rather get you somewhere safe right away."