"I should leave instructions while we are here. One moment."

She steps to the side and pulls out her datapad to make a call. She speaks with someone she calls Lord Sicaria, letting her know she will be departing on a personal project and that she should continue to manage operations. A few minor logistical issues are ironed out, and Occlus ends the call and nods at Glint.

And back to Darth Animus's reception room or whatever.

"Did you find everything you need?"

"Everything I could reasonably guess I would."

"Coming back should be pretty easy, too, if we figure out new and exciting ways for things to go wrong."

"Let's avoid that."

"Awwwwwww..."

Ebele laughs. "How about we compromise and be the new and exciting ways for things to go wrong for our opponents?"

"I'll take that."

"Reasonable."

"Being an out of context problem has its pleasures."

"I know." There's a brief hint of a purple flash behind her eyes.

Hot.

"I'd hate to be your enemy." Probably. Unless they were sexy rivals, that'd be fun. Ebele is pretty sure she can't manage being a Darth's archnemesis with benefits, though - yet (growth mindset).

"My enemies don't tend to live very long."

"I can quite imagine."

"Mm." She permits herself a small smile.

Glint grins.

"Should we let Animus know we're ready to head over?"

"I am ready."

Ebele ducks out, returning shortly with him - leaving Cherish here.

"I'm prepared," he says, nodding to Glint.

Who clasps her hands and moves them all back to the planning area for their strike teams.

"-You were successful, I see."

"Either my teleport is awesome at targeting or someone up there really likes us like Hisame - sorry, Tentou - thinks. Or both!"

"Care to make introductions?"

Full introductions, including formal titles, all around!