Isk leaves the ship once the coast is clear, coming to a halt near the body, where they look to intend to stay until a pyre is built.

During the debrief they bring up the pilot Manoll must have brought to fly his own ship, given that it had set down on its own after he'd leaped down from it while it was still midair. They expect the pilot will wait to leave until they have more absolute confirmation of Manoll's death, but they should deal with them in the next few hours. 

"It was a droid, I couldn't sense anyone else. You'll be able to contact them?"

"Yes. If it is a droid, they may know me," they add, "I may be able to convince them not to attempt to return to the Jedi." 

(Alek, settled on the ground in the shade of the ship, recovering from the shock of such a tense situation after spending so long in the kolto tank, blinks at the sound of their voice through the vocoder. It's strange to hear Basic coming from them, but it's nice that Isk can talk to more people, now.)

"That's good. I'm not sure what to expect, if they do go back - I'd rather not have to leave."

"Yes. I will do that first." They turn their dome to look down at Esche's body. "I would like to attend the pyre, once that is settled," they tell Pradnakt. 

"'Course. I'll come with you? They might have questions."

Affirmative beep, "Will contact them through the ship transceivers."

They are somewhat reluctant to leave Esche's body, but they do so anyway, rolling back up the ramp and on towards the small communications room just before the entrance to the cockpit. Once there, they plug in to the outlet there and send a call out to the Jedi ship. 

Pradnakt stays in the doorway, where she can lean without risk of interfering with any machinery, and waits.

There's a moment of waiting, and then a beeping noise, and a hologram of a utility droid appears over the pad on the console. 

"Who is calling?" A crackly voice requests in droidspeak. 

"Isk," Isk returns in basic, "T7-I17. You are?"

  "Isk. I am T3-Q3. Cue. Has the mission been successful?" 

"It has not." 

  "Ah," sad whistle, "Master Manoll has fallen, then? I should report to the Jedi Council," he points out. 

"Request do not. Prefer not to abandon current location. Request you bring ship closer." 

  "...The Fallen Jedi will not harm me?"

"Alek has not harmed any droids. It is unlikely he will. Allies unlikely to as well." 

  "...On your word. I will bring the ship closer," he agrees. 

Isk reports the translation of Cue's words to Pradnakt, "Expect he will request more clarification in person. Reassured by naming Alek. Will need more. Not timid, exactly, concerned with survival." 

Pradnakt nods. "I'll give him space - he can come talk to me if he wants, I'm just not great with people I can't sense and don't know well. I won't hurt him if he doesn't threaten anyone."

"Unlikely to threaten anyone," considering whirr, "Spoken occasionally. Good pilot, dislikes violence. Enjoys hologram art. He is about seven years old," they add. 

"Good," she says, grinning at this last fact. "I don't have many holograms but there's sculpture around, I think Nine's been out to look at some of it."

"Makes his own - hologram projector was upgraded to allow it. Mechanic friend," they add thoughtfully, "May wish to return to her, eventually, if feasible."

She brightens further, delighted. "You guys are just full of surprises. Well, we can look into getting him back if he wants to go, but I might try to talk him into staying, it'd be nice to have another artist around. We'll see."

Agreeable whirr. 

They can exit the ship, then. Outside they will see the small Jedi transport lift off in the distance, turning to come towards them. It eventually lands a short ways away, and Isk makes their way over to greet Cue. 

Alek looks up when they exit, having migrated somewhat closer to Manoll's body. He's not sure where to get wood they can use for a pyre, or else he might have started building one while they were gone.

Pradnakt comes over, observing his uncertainty. "Scrub'll work well enough for a pyre. We can go get a tree if it's important, but I'd rather not leave him that long if it's not."

"Scrub works," he agrees, "As long as it burns hot enough." Collecting scrub it is, then.

Eventually, Isk returns to standing near Manoll's body, Cue in tow. They are still discussing something in droidspeak, but it seems like Cue has agreed to join them for the pyre, at least, if not for longer. 

Pradnakt joins Alek, pulling up big clumps of brush with her telekinesis. "Have you done this before?"

Nod. "There's a war on. Jedi die all the time. I was inexperienced enough for them to try to keep us from going too close to the front lines, but missions can go unexpectedly wrong sometimes."

She nods. "All right." She pauses, briefly, thoughtful. "Sith'd be a little young for it, your age. We start later, though, I think."

"Makes a difference, yeah. The Jedi took me when I was six. Mas-Manoll fought in the actual battles, usually. They would probably have started sending us to the less fraught areas with active fighting by now, if I hadn't fallen."