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Anwa's head was spinning as Vex tried to explain their mission in greater detail. She wasn't sure she was getting all the information thatn she had already had till she heard one phrase. "Wait.... Anti-Force Stronghold? Do you mean to say that we're going to be infiltrating a Stark base? Well, if that's the case, I'm certainly in. And you're certainly right about the loss of Stark lives being excusable. Though it would never be said out loud, I think it would actually be welcomed."

When he then said that they were near their destination, she turned to Asmaria with a dangerous smile. "So, Dear, what do you think? The bear is dangerous, but it's difficult to use a light saber if I would need to. Perhaps a wampa?"

Asmaria smiled broadly as Anwa asked if she should go Wampa. It was almost as if Anwa were reading her mind. "I think the Wampa's a great morph, the front limbs are much more useful than the Hoth Bear morph's, you can actually manipulate the individual digits, whereas the Hoth Bear only has paws. Plus, you still got the advantage of thick fur and claws and horns and razor-sharp teeth." Asmaria said, smiling as she thought of the destruction and mass panic a Wampa could cause.

((OMFG I just thought of something completely random and amazing. Remember Attack Of the Clones? Well take Jenga Fett out of the picture and put Anwa in... a massive army of shapeshifting clones... nothing could ever stop them! XD))

Rosarn sighed, deciding to knock while keeping a steady pace beside the vehicle. Keeping the hood drawn tightly around his face. His breath coming out in visible jets from his nose as he checked his lightsabers. Both still at his side as they should be, ready to be used in an instant if needed. Hopefully open conflict would errupt with his "allies" for the time being, such disputes were meaningless anyway.

As much as he detested the screaming, it was neccisary over the blowing gusts. "I come by the Council's command, do you have any more room?!" He shouted, yet tried to keep his voice from straining. He couldn't see her clearly through his hood, but could tell her gender by the voice. Still keeping steady strides he tried to get a better view of her before she answered him, taking in as much detail as he could. Noting, that he couldn't recognise her as one of the members of the order.

Aiddr quickly found himself lightly banging the back of his head against the transport wall. The conversation about one of the most dangerous missions a force sensitive could undertake had become a joke, and now another jedi was about to join them in the already cramped room. "Disgusting," he muttered under his breath. "We cannot stop for every hitch hiker with a lightsaber that we happen to meet," he said harshly towards the two women. "Did you ever consider that you might open that door and a fleet of Dashades with blaster rifles might file into the vehicle?"

Monkuta turned around, seeing nothing. He knew who it was and let a nearly invisible smirk show it, but he'd let Xeron have the last laugh this time. "I am here on a mission to assist the Republic with a task that I have yet to be informed of. I'm looking for the correspondents I was supposed to meet en route to the target. Please, show yourself," he said calmly, trying to sound confused. He watched the transport grow smaller in the distance, waiting for Xeron to get the joke and reveal himself.

Anwa rolled her eyes at Aiddr's (pardon the language) bitchy remarks. 'What a jerk. He's the reason why the Sith have such a bad reputation. Now, if they could all be like Asmaria, then things might be much better.'

But at her age, she had learned to let most things go, particularly when she needed someone's help. And as much as she might not want to admit it, she would probably need Aiddr's.

So she ignored him and kept her attention on Rosarn. "I see. I didn't know that. Yes, I can imagine there aren't many jedi being sent out here, are there? Speaking of, We're fairly certain that there are a couple others out there. You wouldn't happen to have run into them, have you? This is Asmaria, by the way. We met on Courascant a few years ago."

Rosarn nodded at Asmaria in acknoledgement before turning back to Anwa. "I haven't seen a Jedi in months. Yet, I did detect them on the way over." He said, loosening the grip on his hood. "What have you been doing the past few months?" He asked, shifting his eyes to each of the other's once more.

Monkuta laughed at the sight of Xeron in these warm clothes. He'd never seen him wearing anything but his jedi robes. This being the first sign of variety was a strike to his funny bone. "I'm sorry," he managed to spurt out as his laughter died down. He noted the comparison between himself and Xeron. He was wearing his normal jedi robes with some extra warmth padding against the skin beneath his clothes. Xeron on the other hand, was bundled up like precious cargo. Making the connection, he almost started chuckling again, but Monkuta restrained himself with the more pressing matter at hand. "Yes. I was being chased by a squad of Yinchorri and came this way in hope of finding allies. Unfortunately, they're long gone now, meaning we'll have to run more to catch up with them before they reach wherever they're trying to go." He took a few steps in the direction that transport had gone off towards, noting the landscape. "I can still see the vehicle in the distance. We should get going before the snow or the rain covers their tracks and slows us down," he said loudly over the wind, turning to Xeron and smiling.

Aiddr raised an angered brow at the comment about him giving the Sith a bad reputation. "Excuse me for thinking logically on a hostile planet. I was born with a deformity that causes me to value my own life," he growled mockingly. At this point, it was clear that the people who had allied himself with were easily angered by him, meaning he would have to watch them at all times for betrayal. They will not kill me before I kill them... They are lucky to have a warrior such as I as an ally in their mission. Aware that the other passengers were now ignoring him, he said something particularly rude, just to test how far the ignorance would go: "The next time I have an idea that will prolong our time until death, I shall keep it to myself and enjoy the sight of you getting shot in the back with a blaster." Then he grew silent and closed his eyes--returning to his meditation--a smirk of grim triumph frozen on his hooded face.