Very true.  You might be her girlfriend's droid, though.

That's true.

Regardless, that was just information I thought you might find relevant in the event that Diana brings whatever that was about up again, though she'll try to not do that.  Useful context for understanding her as much as the inverse.

It does matter. I'll need to ask my Sith what permissions she wants her to have.

...I don't expect my human to have been anywhere near so bold as to broach the subject of what the kriff they're doing, so you'd likely be the first to mention the possibility of that.  And I meant to refer to the exchange prior to the one about girlfriends, before.

It still follows, potentially. It's fine, I'll handle it.

Good luck.

Thanks.

She sits quietly through the rest of the recalibration and goes off to think.

R4 resumes piloting, then.

Deskyl, meanwhile, solders diamonds and opals originally packed into her escape bag as backup currency onto the silver-and-black mask, transforming the aesthetic into something that'll suggest to anyone who knows her that she's operating under her own auspices, or at least under the auspices of someone who lets her choose her own accessories.

When she's done, she gets DZ and goes looking for Diana.

Diana is readily found!  "Oh, wow, that's pretty."

    "She says thank you, ma'am. How much longer do you expect the trip to be?"

"Not very.  Before lunch."

    "Yes ma'am. And do you know anything about what we'll find when we get there?"

"Well.  Very possibly a crater, if things went according to plan.  Things never go according to plan, so I'm assuming they shot down the ship and figured out whose it was, and may or may not have figured out why this happened in the first place, which is probably why the Force thinks there's something important happening around there soonish.  I aimed the ship at a flight pool, but can hardly check if it hit."

    "Yes ma'am. Master Deskyl suggests that you set the ship down a few miles away and sneak in from there, once you've finished scanning from orbit; she has over a mile of range with some of her sensory techniques when she meditates, and may be able to gather useful information before you engage."

"That does sound rather workable; if I'm pretending to be a Sith I tend to walk in like I own the place more often than not, but this might be a fight so it makes sense to drop out further and gather any available intel."

    "Yes ma'am. Or it's possible that you won't need to go in at all, she says."

"Possible, but improbable, I think.  The Force brought us here for a reason, after all."

Deskyl shrugs.

    "She says 'you're the one who got the vision'."

"All it said was 'have a look at what's happening around where we crashed your ship, and carefully, because there might be danger'.  Didn't really give me much on why.  Still...We're close enough it's about time we find out."

Right on cue, the Subtle Knife drops out of hyperspace.

"R4, take us down passing over the crash site, if traffic control doesn't squawk at us about it, and land a ways out, would you?"

Deskyl will go meditate, then.

It doesn't take long at all for her to see something, and the first sign of it is the creeping, bone-aching dread she leaks into the Force.

    "She says there are Sith down there, at least two and more likely three; one of them is Lord Pritruth's apprentice Lord Ocnem, and she's getting something strange, she thinks he might have been involved in what was done to her."

"He - ...of course he would."

Diana's pissed off by this, but those dark emotions are - stoking the forge to make the steel of resolve, rather than anything else she might potentially do with them, were she a conventional Sith Lady.

"What do you want to do about him?  It's not my choice to make, that."

    "She says he probably needs to die, ma'am."

Not that she's feeling any less dread at the prospect.

"Well.  If anyone would know, it would be you.  I can certainly make that happen.  ...Anything about the other Sith?"