...Okay, that's just irritating.

Option two. Hiding her ability to use the Force be damned.

She channels her irritation into a wave of lightning that washes over all the droids in the foyer. (She feels the familiar and welcome pain sear through her as she does so, and bares her teeth in another vicious grin.)

The room is clear. For now.

Ahead, she has a choice of which way to go: left or right.

She pauses, does the Force have anything to say about which direction the other group went?

...Both? Seems like both directions.

...Okay then, if neither seems to have a particular draw, she'll go left, on silent feet, weapons still at the ready.

The hallway's lined with, surprise surprise, more pods. And silent feet don't seem to fool whatever detectors make them spit out droids.

This time she doesn't bother with sword and blaster, just jumps straight to throwing lightning at them.

That gets her through more quickly.

In the next room, in addition to the droid corpses, there are also a few alien corpses.

She crouches down to inspect the alien corpses, anything she recognises?

Green skin, mouth on the forehead, eyes for ears, and some kind of... tentacle beard thing.

...Interesting. Moving on then. Anything want to spring out of the walls and attack her this time?

But of course!

To be honest, she'd be almost disappointed if there wasn't. Equally, this is getting somewhat repetitive.

She excises some of her irritation at the repetition with her sword, and then adds more lightning to the mix. (A few blaster shots inform her that HK is still as adept at reading when to take cover from her lightning as ever.)

The next room contains dead droids, live aliens, and one startled Sith apprentice.

Ira raises an eyebrow at said Sith apprentice, and inclines her head slightly in greeting.

"What are you doing here?"

"I suspect the same as you: Investigating. And massacring droids."

"Go investigate somewhere else. I don't need help."

"Whoever said I was here to help you? There were only two directions, I picked one."

"Then go back and take the other. Maybe Zash will be useful and kill you."

"Or I could kill her," Ira says simply, with no indication that she expects that to go any other way. "Or are you waiting to take that kill yourself?"

"It's not time yet."

"She has too much power? Or you don't have enough?"

"Both."

"Smart," she flips her sword end over end, aiming to catch the handle again.