"Hunting lost secrets, my young apprentice, as always."

"You really think we'll find something here?"

"You remember the story of Darth Revan and the Star Forge, don't you?"

"If there was one of those still around, it would have been found a long time ago."

"A whole one, yes. But if there was just a piece..."

"You think he could have hidden something like that here?"

"Perhaps, my dear. Perhaps." They arrive at a stretch of unremarkable wall. Zash halts and claps her hands. "Ah, here we are. Set up the scanner."

She swings the bag off her back and busies herself with attaching the wires and contacts.

She's been on Nar Shaddaa for a while, investigating these rumours on her own. These two have piqued her interest. She hadn't entirely been expecting this to garner the attention of a Sith Lord - although, with hindsight, she should not be surprised that it has. She's close enough to observe, while hopefully, remaining unobserved herself. (Perhaps not, but she's gives herself approximately even odds on being mistaken for just another lowlife on a moon full of them.)

The pair gives no outward signs of noticing her, busy with arranging their equipment.

The blonde coos over the display. "Look at this power draw! I'd say we've found it, Elleira."

"That was easy."

"Ah, but look more closely, see here?"

"...Weapons systems. Alarms, multiple redundancies... those look like charging stations. I don't recognize some of these."

"Let's have a look at the front door, shall we?"

...She doubts they'll find it any more hospitable than she expected to, but she'll continue trailing them curiously, because if they have a plan, or a chance of succeeding, she wants in, somehow.

They circle the block, neatly detouring around the incipient street fight. Zash uses it to check how much their little tail wants to keep following.

Their little tail does in fact go straight through the incipient fight, showing no signs of being anything more than a thug of perhaps slightly above average capability who people apparently don't really want to tangle with, and a definitely more than average ability to keep track of the people she is tailing.

Well then. No hostile intent, and it's nothing Elleira needs to worry about, so... she'll just ignore it. For now.

The "front door" consists of a ordinary wire fence blocking off a short avenue that leads to a considerably more formidable looking gate. The avenue is covered in metallic detritus, and warning signs in various languages are strung across the fence.

"Now, isn't this interesting."

"The fence is a different construction from the rest of it. Looks local, unprofessional."

"Put up by the residents, perhaps. Let's see what they were afraid of." Her lightsaber snaps into her hand, igniting with a hiss. She slashes the scarlet blade through the fence, creating an opening though which she steps. After three paces, there's a low rumbling, and several massive turrets unfold from the walls and ceiling. The weapon barrels swivel, and lock onto Zash. She brings her weapon up to guard position, and takes another step. The turrets open fire with a thudding whumpf-whumpf most familiar to turbolaser crews on capital ships.

She bats aside the first few bolts and leaps out of position. The trash on the ground stirs, and clumps climb upright in the form of security droids. Zash retreats as they advance. When she gets close to the fence, the stationary guns cut out and the droids begin swarming. She ducks low-

-and Elleira lights up the field with a furious wave of lightning spraying from both outstretched hands, washing over the droids. They crackle and snap as their circuits are overloaded, plating heated to a white-hot glow.

"Is your curiosity satisfied now?"

"Mm. Now we know what the defenses are like."

...Yeah, like she thought, there was no way for her to get past that. So what is this Master and Apprentice duo going to do now? Since they've realised that the defences are likely impassable, even with the Apprentice's strength. (And Ira can admit to being somewhat impressed.)

"So what next?"