"Ah, yeah, that's a problem," an understatement, really, "If it's really that bad, it'll take a beskar smith to fix it for him - and you won't find many gorane off Mandalore itself, even in these times." 

She bit her lip, before sighing.

"I suppose there's nothing for it, all that weight will only slow us down, especially without the main protectiveness of the armour to compensate for it. Doubly so if we're heading into neutral space, if another Mandalorian sees the armour worn by a clone they may not take too kindly to it I don't think." 

She rolled her shoulders and nodded to the two of them.

"I suppose I shall have to break the news to Commander Dune when he wakes up from his surgery, thank you for answering my questions," she turned to return to the medbay before starting and turning back to face them.

"Ah right, I rushed off before telling you earlier, but I should be expecting a Consular-class ship within the next day or so." With her piece said she gave them both a quick nod of thanks before walking off.

"There are clones who wear beskar, actually," Jinx comments as she leaves, "But if he doesn't consider himself Mando'ade, then best not," she nods.

The medbay is as she left it. Jorel is seated in front of Venina's tank, meditating now, she can sense by the feel of his force signature. Dune and Dr Finos are in the same room they were before, the former slowly waking from his drugged sleep, the latter focusing intently on something. Knight Senetti is still in Dr. Finos' office, and though she can't quite sense what they are doing through their shields, it could be assumed that they're still going through the news releases. 

"Anything interesting doctor?"  Diǎnrán asks, coming up behind Dr. Finos and scanning Dune for any discomfort.

"Other than the mere existence of the thing," she adds with a wry smile.

"What is interesting is that it doesn't seem to be extant, Master Jedi," Dr. Finos corrects, taking a short step to the side so she can see the holographic display more easily, which is showing a cross section of Dune's brain, at the moment. "I have scanned his head, and he is clear of any such chips. They do, clearly, exist, but he does not seem to have one. Perhaps it truly is only the later generations that have this particular technology installed. The RCs may have only been put through flash-training which emphasized the orders. Though I would still like to scan Master Senetti's men as well, to be certain." 

Diǎnrán gave a nod, "makes sense that they may have learned that the flash-training wasn't as effective or that it degraded, or that the chips were simply more cost effective for their production costs," she spat.

"I can explain your request to Knight Sage if you like, doctor, although I'm hardly qualified at medicine so if they have questions I won't be able to answer them," she admitted, "so if you'd rather nip that in the bud then perhaps it's better you explain it yourself. Otherwise I'll leave you to your work."

"Mm," she waves a hand, turning back to her work, "Mention it to them, if they have any questions they can ask me. It will be the same set of scans as I ran your Commander through." 

She gave her a nod and strode over to where she had sensed Sage's muted presence.

"The good doctor didn't find anything in Commander Dune, her hypothesis is that the earlier batches may not have had the chip but she wants to run tests on your men to make sure," she said.

"Same run of tests that the Commander went through, the only thing I worry about is losing manpower we use if we've been found out, and having to carry them with us."

She interlaced her fingers and clenched them together, resisting the urge to wring her hands.

"The longer we stay the higher chance we get found, I was actually going to suggest that once Knight Heylss arrives we leave as soon as possible for Neutral Space."