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Cynthiana smiled, Kinara was ready it seemed for some work, heavy duty work at that apparently. So when she mentioned food Kinara seemed more intent on moving, and fast. With the number put through, the Clones Kinara had ordered were tobe ready soon. She was happy that her friend was happy, set to put the shipment into battle. "Come on, lets eat"

By that ppoint Vir had gotten pretty much nose deep in a datacard abo0ut her homeworld

The medical center housed at that moment four droids, one of which tended directly to the only person needing medical attention at that time was a single whit haired woman with blood red eyes and whose face looked as if it had been set afire. Such was the price to pay for facing off against Sith, Jedi and other creatures on a daily basis through her life. The woman, against trhe wishes of the medical droid, sat up. it was clear why she wasnt to sit up, but then again just recently rejonied with her body

Her throat had been cut; rendering her, for the moment until she healed, spechless. She turned, her red eyes locked on Byron, a smile on her scarred face, she then moved to stand up, the medical droid moving to stop her but she waved it off. "I am fine" both Sadr and Byron heard her say, even without her mouth moving she could still talk... in a way

Deiyi, dressed in black almost skintight clothing that was still wet from being thawed from the carbonite got to her feet. Even though her scarred face revealed only little of what a battle trained terentek had done to her, it pretty much chewed her up and spat her out, hence the cut throat. But it was under the clothing where the scars were. which then were revealed rather well with the clothing pretty much plastered to her skin due to getting thawed out.

Deiyi stepped from the medical ward towards the hall that Byron and Sadr were in, stepping into it just as Sadr entered the hallway, Somehow she recognised the men directly. Both were there. Stepping into their view the Force was in perfect balance at that exact moment. However when she turned her gaze towards Sadr and Byron her hand raised gently. Off from Sadr flew her lightsaber hilt. It flew to her waiting hand,

With a satisfying slap of a saber hilt landing in the hand of its creator Deiyi smiled. Without touching the activation the broken blades sprang to life with a crack of broken crystal. She looked up from the blade towards Sadr, a smile on her scarred face. "Thank you" She said simply to him.

Turning off the broken blade she slid it to her belt as she stepped up to both men. "You made it from their grasp. You are safe here....." She saw Sadr staring, "What ? Do I have something in my hair ?"