Gram shook his cloak vigorously as the Mandalorian turned to address them both. The Vahla, for his part, was absolutely taken by cleaning his attire. When it became obvious that was impossible, he took the draping off and hurled it to the ground - leaving only his basic robes beneath. It seemed the Hunter, or perhaps a mercenary, both knew and was on good terms with the woman - returning her datapad. His comment about scrubbing his armor elicited a chuckle. The woman, whom the Mandalorian had called Dala, thanked them both for their efforts.
While the woman was cleaning herself, Gram took the opportunity to collect his Halberd and re-sling it across his body, attaching the clips to both sides of the weapon. Still, his eyes scanned the background, making sure they weren’t about to encounter a second prize fight.
“There might be a second variant, yes. But you won’t come up with any solutions without isolating the original strains.”
The girl then knelt and took a sample, as though her mind had already reached the conclusion that Gram had spoken out loud. Now was a time for him to consider the benefits of aiding these beings, or returning to Kashyyyk posthaste to continue planning a potential rescue mission. Weighing the AMS virus was easy enough - it was just as dangerous as any warring Sith, and given the circumstances, the Vahla was obligated to address it if possible.
“If we can locate the Sith, or access information on nature of their experiments, we might be able to counter this disease in some manner.”
The shriek sounded from the darkness, perhaps further into the lab, perhaps out in the streets. Seemingly in response to the roar, another Mandalorian stepped down from the shadows. The Mystic simply unclipped his lightsaber and kept it deactivated yet on hand, angling himself so he could watch the newcomer.
“...the more the merrier. Apparently.”
The Vahla’s eyebrow raised slightly, looking over this new warrior before looking back at his newfound allies.
While the woman was cleaning herself, Gram took the opportunity to collect his Halberd and re-sling it across his body, attaching the clips to both sides of the weapon. Still, his eyes scanned the background, making sure they weren’t about to encounter a second prize fight.
“There might be a second variant, yes. But you won’t come up with any solutions without isolating the original strains.”
The girl then knelt and took a sample, as though her mind had already reached the conclusion that Gram had spoken out loud. Now was a time for him to consider the benefits of aiding these beings, or returning to Kashyyyk posthaste to continue planning a potential rescue mission. Weighing the AMS virus was easy enough - it was just as dangerous as any warring Sith, and given the circumstances, the Vahla was obligated to address it if possible.
“If we can locate the Sith, or access information on nature of their experiments, we might be able to counter this disease in some manner.”
The shriek sounded from the darkness, perhaps further into the lab, perhaps out in the streets. Seemingly in response to the roar, another Mandalorian stepped down from the shadows. The Mystic simply unclipped his lightsaber and kept it deactivated yet on hand, angling himself so he could watch the newcomer.
“...the more the merrier. Apparently.”
The Vahla’s eyebrow raised slightly, looking over this new warrior before looking back at his newfound allies.