As everyone stood silent, Arawn hoped this was not going to be an enormous mistake. He seriously needed the credits and this seemed harmless enough in the planning but now that he was looking at the unfolding of his plan, it wasn't feeling so great. For one, things had already gone wrong. Intercepting the new ship Kyoufu had bought and sending it on another course had taken longer than anticipater, which left the reprogrammed servo droid alone to go nuts for longer than he'd liked. Then they get here and find not one woman, but two. Not only was this not planned for but the tall leggy woman decked out in yellow was holding a lightsaber.
Now Arawn had serious doubts she was a Jedi, for one she looked much too young to have passed any sorta training, and two, she moved like a woman, and not like a fighter. Even female Jedi's had that distinct way of standing on the balls of their feet that showed they were ready for anything, but this one looked ready to dance around the room, instead of chopping any heads off. Combine that with the added problem that he'd been told Kyoufu herself was prone to attack and Arawn was more than a little nervous about the whole thing.
None of that showed however as he smiled and motioned at Damalis with the blaster. "Now, kindly put down the weapon and we'll be on our way." He felt bad about the way both women jumped when the door behind them slammed shut, the servo droid having parked itself on the other side of the entrance. The cloth wrapped up in the tracks gave him pause, but he'd check into that later.
