"Can't blame you there, no.  And corpses do get...exciting.  You actually know the guy?"

"Not before today, no. His master sent him to see what it would take to stop my master from retaliating for the crash the other day."

"Yeah, well, he was especially kriffed up on general Sithyness.  As you can tell by the fact that my present employer felt it necessary to make him into a corpse.  What'd he say about her, anyway, when he went all 'yes this ambush will work and not fail horribly'?  Did he even bother telling his boss he was getting into a fight before he did?"

"He didn't say much; the other two already knew who she was, I think. If he called his master I didn't see it."

"Already hiding in the closet, huh?  Good for life expectancy."

"Quite." Look, have you met Sith?

She has!  She just took two in a fight!

"Bet you don't want to have any more of them tromping around imperiously at your very important projects, after all this."

"That's always to be preferred, yes."

"Well.  My employer here understandably has a bit of a grudge against that guy's boss.  Wants to ruin his whole day.  I think we can come to a nice arrangement to satisfy both our goals, here.  If he's too busy putting out fires...There won't be any more Sith in your hair!  Sounds nice, doesn't it?  Thing is, we can set more fires if we have surprise.  So you don't want to tell him too much about us.  Obviously, the dead guy's dead.  Pissed off another visitor, probably.  But you certainly don't know anything about who did that, hmm?  You were in the closet!  Capisce?"

"I certainly was. And our video surveillance was damaged in the crash, it so happens."

There's something off about her body language when she says this - not like she's lying, more like she hasn't quite decided what she wants to do.

"Well, however that pans out, you sure don't want to become of special interest to him in an ongoing failure.  Such as via dead-apprentice.  He has a torture basement.  For inventing better - by which I mean worse - varieties of torture.  That's not a neat end.  And with him all angry because his apprentice was lured out and then murdered..."  It's entirely possible your Sith might just sacrifice you to divert his wrath, if Pritruth is not-busy enough to make demands for reparations after what's clearly a trap when you look in hindsight, she doesn't say.

That shakes her. "Good to know."

"Glad we understand eachother, boss-lady."

    "Lord Pradnakt says to finish up and come help carry this one, ma'am."

"Certainly."  Acknowledging head-dip annnnd hyup goes the knocked-out Sith flunky!

Deskyl waits 'till they're out in the hallway before signing again:

    "Be careful with him, ma'am, he's got a concussion."

And then they can make their way back to the ship; hopefully R4 is meeting them partway?

That can certainly be arranged!

"...Mmh.  Well, I hardly want him to die on me after all this effort."  Foooooorce?  Could you maybe touch up this guy just a bit, please?  He's gonna get dropped in a bog or something; that's not good for concussions.  Unless you have other advice.

    "She says just don't jostle him, he's not in danger and she doesn't want him conscious yet."

"...Yeah that makes more sense."

Tromp tromp tromp.

    "She says that after you drop the prisoners off she'll want to look for Ocnem's ship and go check its computers; also it's hers now and she'll need to decide what to do with it more generally - she doesn't want to keep it, but she might sell it if neither of you has a better idea."

"It'll probably come in handy eventually; we can park it somewhere quiet until it does."

    "Yes ma'am. You and she will need to decide what to do with the battle droid, too; she assumes you'd rather not send him back now that you have him."

"Well, if he doesn't have a preference otherwise.  But if you see the ship you're coming with us on it," she says to said droid.

"Yes ma'am," he says amiably.