Khoroth eyed the small Mon Clamari Cruiser for several seconds, "If I had my choice in what our ride would be, it'd have quite a few more weapons on it." He walked up to the ramp coming down it's side and enetered the ship, and began preping for launch sequence, calling everyone into the ship over the communications system during th process.
Darc stands and paces over to the seat next to Jaeh. He turns, lookin at Jaeh, seaking softly:
Jaeh: " Do you think they will put up a fight? I honestly hope so..."
Darc sat back in the seat and closed his eyes, opening them to reveal they were a sky blue again. He waited patienly on Jaeh to answer...
"We dont know." Khoroth's voice came from behind them. He was standing, looking down at the two. His expression far from friendly. He held out his hand, and Darc's saber hilt flew into it with a heavy smack, and he gripped it tightly. "Follow me." He said the words coldly, turned, and started walking, with Darc's sabre still in his hand.
Darc looked at Khroth, eyes burning with confusion. He stood, and followed Khoroth.
Khoroth: "And exactly what would you need, sir?"
He then looked back and Jaeh and spoke before he had walked away too far for him to hear...
Jaeh: " I will excuse your rudeness, but I think I have already specified I will refrain my saber until attacked. My recklessnes, as you say, is not recklessness at all. It is my way opf staying alive and fighting the enemy. I see an enemy, the natural reflex is to take it out. Hands down. Although I do thank you for the pretty boy comment..."
He turned away and followed Khoroth...