???How???

Their fight with Pritruth is a concern in a straightforwardly military sense; at least one of the Sith who'll be involved is a significant threat.

Pradnakt gives Diana a gentle nudge. "Hey, one..."

A stray thought cascades through Diana's mind, sparking a bit of suppressed mirth because theoretically she's technically a Sith so what if it's her (not that she believes the Force means that), but...one?  Which?

'One problem at a time,' reads the datapad.

Ohh.  Mmhmm.  ...Force, can that problem wait until after this?

They don't want to wait very long but the rest of the day won't make a significant difference.

Then they can come back later.  They have a ship to strip for parts, first.

Yep.

Pradnakt gives Diana a quick shoulder-hug before making any move to stand. 'I'm still leaning no. If you want to make a more detailed case I'll probably be willing to listen to it when we're done; I'll tell you if I've definitely decided to drop it in a star by then. Okay?'

"Roger that, ma'am."  Slightly-mirthful knockoff salute.

"Honestly, I'm coming around on 'drop it into the sun' from an emotional standpoint; it's just my resource-preservation brain that keeps going on otherwise."

Pradnakt nods.

'I get the impulse; some things just don't, though.'

And she heads back toward the Eclipse.

"...Y'know.  Dropping a ship named Eclipse into the sun is actually - I didn't even think of the sheer dramatic irony!"

And now she's giggling quietly.

It is funny, isn't it.

Okay, back to work.

Indeed.  It's work time.  And shall continue to be so until it's instead lunch time.

Pradnakt is noticeably unsettled when she turns up for lunch.

"...something wrong?"  Will hugs help?

She will certainly not turn down hugs but they don't seem to help very much, no.

'They had some of my clothes here. In the spare suite.'

Uerh.  That's bad.  "That's not good at all.  ...At least you have spare clothes now?"

'And my second-favorite cloak back, yes.'

"That's good.  ...Should get you some more thread, maybe, for - reclaiming what those - those - took."

'They're in perfectly good shape, it just brings home that I really was here. I don't remember it at all.'

"It's...not the shape they're in, I figured, it's - marking them as yours.  Not theirs.  ...And, yeah, that's...really spooky."

'Yeah, I got that, it's just not how I think of it. Definitely creepy though.' Nom. 'Anything interesting on your side?'

"...There's so many droids on this ship.  At least three times the complement of medical I'd have expected, even accounting for - Sithyness - a half-dozen droids of Daisy's model, an absurd maintenance complement, two central computers..."

"Huh."

'The roster didn't look that surprising to me. A little on the high side but not remarkably so.'