"Do you have any preferences?"

Pause. "No ma'am."

"...Would you perchance like to?"

Longer pause. "I don't know anything about that, ma'am."

"Knowing more about that can be arranged!  I have datapacks!"

"Yes ma'am."

Well, with that out of the way, the ship's close enough to go dump Sith in an inconvenient bog with.

They really ought to go get Ocnem's ship first; it's bad enough that they left it this long. It's not too hard to locate it by meditating; the fact that it's in the guest lot of the flight pool helps, and the faint aura of having had a Sith as a long-term resident is definitive. Fortunately, there's no one aboard; now they just have to get access to it.

...Diana is not acquitting herself well as a strategist today.

Still, R4 can talk her through HACKERDROID-ing her way inside Ocnem's ship, if she can't safely Force the door open.

The door can be Forced! (Deskyl is increasingly suspicious that Diana is in fact a telekinesis prodigy.)

Being inside the ship makes her hair stand on end; she doesn't comment, but doesn't explore it, either, just gets access to the computers to get a copy of Ocnem's data to look through.

Can R4 remotely pilot the ship without it interfering with his other duties? Alternately Daisy can pilot it but that leaves Deskyl without translation.

Well, neither of his hypothetical charges are presently being shot at, so indubitably he can!

Diana's Force presence is reassuringly...well, present, by Deskyl's side, as they do all this, fiercely protective and with steady surety that nothing will hurt Deskyl without getting through her.

Deskyl is much more focused on getting the data and getting out than on being reassured; she doesn't relax at all until they're back on the Subtle Knife.

"Well.  Time to dump the flunkies in a bog somewhere.  ...You gonna be okay til then?  I can - make time.  If you need a minute."

This question seems to stress her out in and of itself, but -

    "She says she's fine, ma'am, and wants to know where you're planning on leaving them."

"Not on the ship, and preferably far from civilization."

Okay then, she's definitely going to find ways to maintain defensive posture and comfort Deskyl.  She can at least be supportive in the Force.

"R4 has a particular knack for that.  Probably because he has all the maps in his brain."

    "Yes ma'am. She says ideally they'd be left on another planet; she expects them to contact Lord Pritruth as soon as they have the opportunity to."

"I'm not inclined to keep them aboard any longer than I absolutely must, even if that means just dumping them in the local wilderness instead."

"Also I don't know of any habitable-but-uninhabited - R4?  Any good rocks around for prisoner dumping?"

Breeble breeble bree.

"...But seriously.  I don't - want them where they can do something stupid.  And they'd try, I'm sure.  They already did try, earlier.  And keeping them knocked out - that's actually pretty dangerous, apparently?"

Sigh.

    "She'd like to know how badly you expect to take it if she kills them, ma'am."

"Mm.  ...I'd be a bit put out, I will not lie.  I think there has to be a better option than that.

"...maybe dump them in an escape pod and lock out the distress beacon for a week or something?"

    "She says 'do you have a plan where it won't matter if Lord Pritruth knows in a week', ma'am."

"Yeah, it's 'go kriff up his shit, since we've already started and may as well follow through'.  If you're interested.  Or we could just...go."

    "She says 'that sounds reasonable', ma'am. And that in that case leaving them in the wilderness here is fine."