I am afraid you aren't going to get one. You'll have to piece it together from what is on offer.
Very well, Jelena. The Venerable Z'Har, who is resting in an old chair not far from Kuylen's command tent, raises an eye as you approach.
There are computer terminals in here, Andro. But they are rather obviously exposed.
(Well, if I can't do it here, I'll have to find another terminal to use my abyssmal Fit-It skills on.)
Andro watches the droid dispose of the samples, and it hits him. He's never going to be able to alter the records with the droids watching him. He will have to find another terminal. He leaves the lab, after SENSEing that the way is clear.
(I'll looks for an empty office or something, somewhere Andro might think a suitable terminal is located.)
Difficult, he has a solid mind. But he has a great sense of superiority.
"There is no time for further negotiations," he says. "The Sanctuary is at risk. All possible avenues of negotiation have been followed; now things must be solved before irreperable damage follows. Not to mention the disruption to our planet caused by having the Government seat in violent hands."