There is a strong wind on this world, and the greenish tint persists in the outside. Still, there is evidence of habiation and use all around on the moon; it is in fact quite a bustle of activity.
The Ghost Citadel itself is half built into a vast rock formation, jutting out in a most ugly fashion on top, bulging out in places underneath. You head for one of these bulges right now, descending into the gloom of the lower hangards of the Ghost Citadel.
Doon can have supplied you guys with the silvery guns that he had at his base, like the one he wears. They are custom jobs he designed himself, with different coloured clips representing different ammo types, from blaster shots to underwater ammo. Not that you can be carrying that much stuff.
It's almost pitch black where you land. Some twenty openly armed goons are there to meet you, with a head goon looking contemptuously at you when you disembark.
"Newbies..." he says, with a sneer. "And what business could you possibly have here?"
Rand straps the gun on before leaving the ship, then exits at the head of the group, with Tanic next to him for aided fibbing and Galder on the other side to aid him if things were to go wrong...
"The Empire of Pity wishes to salute the Golden Serpent," Rand replies, bowing. "We have brought a gift for Master Jena herself, and it is to be presented to her in person."
"It will bring reminders of the greatness of the Serpent back to the Galaxy...and just how dangerous it is..."
Galder does not take the silvery blaster, but instead slings the SMG over his back. He hides his lightsabers, one in his arm compartment and the other in his jacket.
(I am assuming that Rand has Persis' lightsaber to present it, if I presented it they'd probably get paranoid...)
He says absolutely nothing, giving the others a look to let them know they should do the same, other than Rand and Tanic.