"Ah, Dune, I managed to get a hold of Einaria," Diǎnrán added, "she's coming in from Champala, she should arrive in about half a day. If we do end up going for the scan, now would be the time in case she's followed, if we were followed they'd be here from Drearia by now so we're probably in the clear."

"Well, that changes things," Dune admitted, rubbing his goatee.

After a moment, he turned back to face Natasi.

"Doctor, if I can be back up by the time General Einaria gets here I'll do the scan."

She nods, "Half a day is more than enough time, Commander. I'll need you to remove the rest of your armour, first - the material will interfere with the scan. You're welcome to stay if you wish, Master Jedi," she adds towards Diǎnrán, "Assuming the Commander has no objections. It won't be terribly interesting, however."

"If it's all the same to you, Dune, I'd rather stay," Diǎnrán admitted.

"No problem, General," Dune replied as he began removing the rest of his armour, "having someone to watch my back is always good."

Once he finished, leaving him in just his black pressure suit, Diǎnrán nodded towards Dr. Natasi, "go ahead, Doctor."

"Of course," she moves back to his side from where she'd been setting up the sedative, waiting for his nod and then reaching out to press the hypospray to his neck. 

"That should come into effect quite quickly, you might wish to lie down before you fall down," she advises him, before moving to one of the screens attached to the bed to prep the scan for once he's unconscious. 

The scan takes about half an hour, given that she's limiting it to his head. Once it's done, she sends the data to the holoprojector on a nearby desk, and moves over to examine it. 

"There's nothing obvious," she tells Diǎnrán, frowning. "I'll take some time to examine it more closely," she adds, "Your man should wake within the next hour - I was a bit liberal with the sedative, in case the scan took longer than I expected."

"Understood, doctor," Diǎnrán replied, "the clones were engineered to be resistant against a lot of chemicals, so erring on the side of caution when it comes to them is always useful. I'll leave you to analyse the results then."

With that she left the room to rejoin Sage in the main medical bay.

They appear to be in the middle of a deep conversation with their padawan, foreheads pressed together while the young man murmurs something, his body and presence wound tight with tension. Sage pulls back just the slightest amount once she re-enters the room, giving Diǎnrán a questioning look. 

Jorel follows his master's gaze to her as well, relaxing a bit at the interruption.

"Oh, Knight Xīn," he greets, "Uh... did the doctor learn anything new?"

"Padawan Drettz," she returned the greeting with a nod, "unfortunately not, she's currently analysing the results of a deeper scan so perhaps the chips are better hidden than expected."

Taking in their postures, she added, "if you'd rather I give you two some privacy...?"

"No! It's fine," he insists, shooting his master a look, "I wanted to ask-" he stalls, then tries again, "What happened? To Venina. I mean, obviously, the order, but... You had a full company of Commandos, didn't you?"

"Jorel-!" Sage interjects, then sighs, "Please, try to be more mindful of others." He should know better than to bring up something so obviously painful, but then they are all having... calling it a very bad day is an understatement. 

"Diǎnrán, please don't feel obligated to answer." Anything they need to know they can go over once they know more about the state of the galaxy and the reasons for this betrayal. 

"No, no it's fine," she waved them off, "it's not too hard to swallow honestly, as strong as a company of Commandos are, the force multiplier of mechanised transport and artillery support is more than enough for two standard clone companies to wipe them out."

She paused, before continuing, "honestly a part of me -- albeit a very small part -- is proud of all of my men, they all fought well and with great bravery. As for what happened to Venina, well I mentioned the artillery didn't I? Her Barrier skills are good, but not perfect."

Sighing, she took a seat on one of the cheap plastoid chairs, "I have my own thoughts on the matter, but I think we should try to focus on the here and now for the moment, that being the connection between the chips and the set of Orders you two found, anything else is just speculation until then, unless one of you has a gift of foresight you've been keeping from me?" She finished with a half-hearted tease.

Jorel's brow furrows, "Proud? But. They're dead. They betrayed us. Tried to kill you - they did kill each other!" He's on his feet by the end of this, shouting at her. 

"Jorel!" Sage stands, "She knows. Your anger is misdirected - release it."

"I think I have the right to be angry!"

"You know better, Padawan. Think, you are teetering dangerously close to an edge right now."

"I agree with your master, Padawan. Release your anger into the Force, as a Sentinel-in-training you of all people understand that making judgements with your mind clouded by emotion is the quickest way to fail."

Locking eyes with Jorel, she continued, "I understand your emotions, I share them too, emotions are natural for all species but we mustn't let them control us, even moreso for we who are in-tune with the Force. Release your anger, then you may ask me another question."

"I-" he grits his teeth, "Yes, masters," he screws his eyes shut, settling down on his heels and tipping his head back, his breaths evening. The Force, roiling around him, slowly smooths out, as he spools in and releases his anger as directed. 

Once he's calmer, he collapses back into his chair, sending Diǎnrán an ashamed look, "Sorry, Knight Xīn. I... know you didn't mean your words the way I took them."

"No apology necessary, Padawan," she waved him off, "as I said, emotions are natural--if anything now is a good time to express whatever you feel you can't properly release into the Force."

Seeing hm calm further, she continued, "did you have another question?"

He shakes his head, "You don't know any more than we do, right? Just..." He glances back at Venina, "She's going to be okay, right?" 

 Diǎnrán looked up at her face, if it wasn't for the blue hue cast by illuminated bacta she could almost fool herself into thinking her Padawan was merely asleep.

"Dr. Natasi said she should be fine after a few hours, so all that's left now is to wait."

"...Okay," he says. He focuses on her force signature, trying to keep his attention from straying to thoughts of all their other crechemates. Jaesen, Evea, Terrel... Had they survived the war to this point only to all die at the hands of people they trusted?

Sage sighs. 

"...We had intended to look into the reports coming from Coruscant, hadn't we? To find out how they're explaining this."