Taking each word from her Master as if they were spoken from a God, Dehoir began to think intently on the best and most effective form to attack the interlopers.
Her attention wavered as she witnessed most of the apprentices dash toward the hanger in an attempt to be the first into battle.
And likely the first to their death beds, she thought. She glanced around at those that were still present and noticed a young apprentice dressed almost entirely in black. Furrowing her brow, she began to follow him into the hanger.
As she moved past the entrance, and completely entered the hanger bay, she moved closer to the young Sith apprentice. Before she could address him, he began to make a unorthodox announcement.
"It would seem that some of our fellow apprentices have rushed head long into battle. We must neutralize the enemy encampment immediately before they fully realize what is happening. Perhaps we should work together and form a plan of attack, but we must move quickly, I imagine the enemy heard those blasters and screams as well."
A gentle smile played across her face as she listened to Zarith. He was right, and the ones who ultimately ran off in order to obtain some sort of glory in their own eyes, and the eyes of the Masters, were simply mindless clods.
Dehoir raised her hands and removed her hood, revealing her red locks and intense emerald eyes. Smiling wickedly, she placed a hand on Zarith's shoulder and addressed the young man.
"I concur. We need to formulate a way of getting into that compound, and ultimately, into the orbital frigate."
She removed her hand, circled around Zarith to face him directly, and continued to address him, and those still present.
"Suppose we kill all of the intruders in the compound; we would be without a way to get to the frigate without being detected." She inhaled deeply, and tossed her head back as she continued. "I suggest we take one of theirs alive. He, or she, could then contact their people aboard the frigate. From there we have our prisoner request a shuttle to pick him, or her, up; giving us the opportunity to fly undetected to the ship in orbit."
Dehoir lowered her head, turned, and looked to Zarith, then to the others, still within the area, for their thoughts.