OOC:
So, we have ended the encounter. You guys can make a Simple (no dif) Discipline OR Cool check to recover Strain if you'd like, as well as any other checks if there's anything else you want to do.
The Master nods along with Kolibri's words but says, "
That is ... not really our place here, specialist.
The Gamorreans have their own process and these are their citizens in their jurisdiction. We are not here as a police force. Only diplomats and learners.
Now I s...", at this point a Gamoreean guard has approached and bangs the pommel of the haft of his polearm on the ground and utters a short series of grunts and squeals. The protocol droid from out on the landing pad translates.
"
Master Jedi, the Matron requests an immediate audience. If you will please.", and it motions the Master toward a wide and deep extended dais where the Matron sits at the peak with the Ganorrean diplomat's flanking her.
Master Barouk nods and addresses you all before turning to go, "
Well, there was to be a tour before we're shown to our quarters, but, eh... I don't know if that's still the plan. Standby, and, well, just try to relax?", then she goes to the dais, with the Captain of the Clone Troopers accompanying her.
...
Meanwhile some of the other Gamorrean guards approach you three, from over by the closed blast doors where they just got done fighting the dissidents. They approach with a swagger and bobbing their heads to you all, vibro-axes slung on their backs. A couple mimick the moves of an invisible lightsaber in their hands, a couple mimick blasting with an invisible blaster, and they follow that up with a genuine-appearing, but brief applause.
They circle round you three, clapping you each on the back and jostling you maybe kind of friendly-like?
And they grunt and squeal to each other and you, a couple display some bleeding wounds, one wipes blood from the snout of another, slinging the red-mucousy mixture to the floor, some swipe at the blood from their mouths - wiping it on each other. One even wipes theirs on Cevron!
They tug at your robes and grunt and squeal and beckon you each to show your moves and flex...