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Rami looked back at his Padawan with a straight face as she pitched her own idea, that being to simply flee and put all of this ugliness behind them. He understood the appeal. They were in a situation where they had very little knowledge of what was going on. And neither of them wanted to hurt their former friends, even after such a horrible betrayal. Personally the Jedi in him desired to confront his problems and resolve them rather than run and hide. He had the distinct sense that if they ran now they'd be running forever. But still, it wasn't something he could just dismiss out of hand. This was a matter of life and death. His apprentice had a right to some say in the matter.
Slowly the Terrelian raised a hand to run it through his hair as he thought, responding to Risha without making eye contact. "We could... Though that may not be our easiest option. We'd need to escape this cell first... Retrieve our lightsabers... We'd be fools to go anywhere without them. After that we'd need to find a way to get through the blockade surrounding the plateau. And disappearing into the general populace wouldn't be easy. Charros IV is a mostly homogenous population. We'd stick out like a sore thumb. And we'd need to find a smuggler to get us off world..." He sighed and closed his eyes as he scratched his head with both hands, racking his brain as he tried to plan it all out. "The original purpose of the mission here was to destroy the factory and leave, an extended occupation was never intended. But with this change in command... Everything could be getting overturned. The clones may very well intend to completely take over the planet, and then we'd have them hunting us down wherever we moved..." So many variables, and still so little information to go off of. It was infuriating. Finally the Jedi Knight groaned in exhaustion and looked up at his Padawan. His eyes were tired, more so than through years of conflict. He felt like he had aged a decade in just the last few hours.
"Risha... Do you want to run?" He asked her sincerely. Normally he would take charge of the situation, but he was honestly losing all control. He was trying desperately to cope with the current circumstances but was being overwhelmed. He was still thinking like a soldier, believing that fighting their way through the Republic to salvation was their best bet. But Risha had never been a warrior. And he owed it to her to offer her the chance to back out. He couldn't in good conscience command her to kill those she had fought shoulder to shoulder with. If she refused, he would resolve himself to help her escape. Even if he disagreed.
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Slowly the Terrelian raised a hand to run it through his hair as he thought, responding to Risha without making eye contact. "We could... Though that may not be our easiest option. We'd need to escape this cell first... Retrieve our lightsabers... We'd be fools to go anywhere without them. After that we'd need to find a way to get through the blockade surrounding the plateau. And disappearing into the general populace wouldn't be easy. Charros IV is a mostly homogenous population. We'd stick out like a sore thumb. And we'd need to find a smuggler to get us off world..." He sighed and closed his eyes as he scratched his head with both hands, racking his brain as he tried to plan it all out. "The original purpose of the mission here was to destroy the factory and leave, an extended occupation was never intended. But with this change in command... Everything could be getting overturned. The clones may very well intend to completely take over the planet, and then we'd have them hunting us down wherever we moved..." So many variables, and still so little information to go off of. It was infuriating. Finally the Jedi Knight groaned in exhaustion and looked up at his Padawan. His eyes were tired, more so than through years of conflict. He felt like he had aged a decade in just the last few hours.
"Risha... Do you want to run?" He asked her sincerely. Normally he would take charge of the situation, but he was honestly losing all control. He was trying desperately to cope with the current circumstances but was being overwhelmed. He was still thinking like a soldier, believing that fighting their way through the Republic to salvation was their best bet. But Risha had never been a warrior. And he owed it to her to offer her the chance to back out. He couldn't in good conscience command her to kill those she had fought shoulder to shoulder with. If she refused, he would resolve himself to help her escape. Even if he disagreed.
@Catbert