Ira flashes that grin-that-is-not-really-a-grin. "Now where would the fun be in that?"

She does, however, go with that suggestion.

The elevator responds to its somewhat clumsy prodding and ascends.

This floor is different. Less starkly industrial, and the pods on the wall somewhat blend into the decorative patterning.

Ira eyes the pods suspiciously, and the decor with disdain. Still, she will proceed, alien continuing to float ahead of them.

"Looks more like living quarters."

"Hm. Which means we're either closer to our goal or further away. Normally I'd say the latter. But..." She shrugs.

"There must be a reason Revan left these people here. If he needed guardians..." She gestures at the pods. "He had plenty of droids."

"Did you happen to notice if you could understand them before you dealt with them?"

"They have a dialect of Huttese, I believe. There was not much discussion."

"Reasonable. But potentially worth interrogating one who is more..." She pauses, glancing at the alien she continues to have precede them. "Able," she settles on eventually.

"Reasonable. I sense a group in the room ahead."

Ira nods sharply, and (somewhat reluctantly) sets her blaster to stun. She glances to HK and the droid nods.

"Shall we then?" she's already striding forward.

"Khem, watch the door." The Dashade nods and falls back. Elleira follows Ira, saber in hand.

Well then. Into the room and trying not to kill anyone.

(Elleira, if she's paying attention might hear one or two whispers of 'shoot, don't stab'.)

The aliens are engaged in some sort of lesson or religious ritual. Most of the group have their backs to the door, looking at the two standing at the head of the room. There's a cry of alarm and they turn to face the intruders. They don't seem to be carrying weapons as they move to attack with fists, though more slowly than one would expect.

Elleira's saber is lit, but in a low guard posture rather than something aggressive. Her other hand is stretched out towards the room, intense concentration on her face.

Ira fires precise shots, manages to sheathe her sword. She moves further into the room, and resorts to her own fists and using her blaster as a blunt instrument when she strays close enough.

HK-24 apparently has its weapons set to stun as well, as it steps in after Ira, providing covering fire. (It steers as clear of Elleira as the layout of the room and the aliens allows.)

It doesn't take long to knock them all down.

Ira prods one with her foot, and then glances around in vain hope that there might be something to restrain them with.

There is not so much anything of that nature, no.

"Perhaps we should have killed some of them," she muses absently.

"There's still time to do so. It would make things simpler."

"Now that does sound like a wise move." She searches out the two that were at the head of the room. She frowns thoughtfully. "Do we reckon these two have more information, and can they be convinced to share it?" She prods one of them with her foot.

"Relative position is indicative of leadership. It seems likely. Everyone talks eventually."

Well then. Blaster flipped back to the normal settings, and Ira will work her way around the room calmly executing the others.