While Iron Giant lumbered aboard, having her computers inspect her blaster rifle since it would seem that combat was soon to be at hand, as her trusty companion upon her shoulder explained to her. She heard a voice that the computer recognized as a fellow Vagrant, designated as Thessa, the one Jorus spoke of when he suggest she pursue some enemy of the Vagrants... which seemed unusual, seeming as this group ran into trouble, rather than caused it. But she enjoyed the idea that her martial prowess (if telling a machine what to do could be called as such) had use here. She turned to face her, and paused her rifle checkup pointing it down so as to not accidentally put something in potential danger if the weapon was faulty... but under mechanical hands it was most likely unnecessary. She observed that many of the aliens when working with weapons such as these practiced this, and decided for the comfort of her family and friends to practice it to, no matter how un-dangerous the proposition was under hands that could have no fault.
She bowed a bit as a sign of acknowledgement, and reciprocated her gratitude. "Reciprocal gratitude." She hoped it was understood, but she learned quickly that Vagrants like Jorus are fairly aware and intelligent, having little difficulty understanding her... even if in the opposite direction they continually puzzled her. That's when COMO piped up to interpret her translated words. She didn't understand the sense behind how a machine could translate her words, have them translated in the way they are, and then a second Machine interpret those words to form what these aliens considered a coherent thought. It seemed to work though, and besides, she enjoyed the small machines company.
"She thanks you, and is glad to have you." It said. Again, the sensibility behind the system seemed vastly more complicated than it should be. Maybe she just needs a mechanical interpreter of the basic translation of her speech. How did advanced Resu Translators work? She didn't know, but that was a thought for another time.
At the mention of a term she (her computers) recognized, "Sith", she was all business. Since the attack on the Fleet, she didn't care about her peoples previous trade deals with the Empire, she hated them, and everything they stood for. She wanted them dead. Every last one down to their offspring. It was an unbreakable grudge she held that she would pass on to her children should she ever bare any... the likelihood being slim with her status as an exile.
"Sith?" The beast inside the metal prison she subjected herself to writhed with animal anger. Stowing away her rifle on her thigh, she pressed a button upon her forearm. From outside a Hoversled appeared carrying her Firepower layer, just as her Flight Layer came down from the sky to wrap itself around it. All about the sled were various modules and weapons that she fancied.
"Sufficient?" She asked to answer her fellow Vagrant. She looked for Jorus, "Storage Capacity?" She asked.
"I'm not so sure that really needs translation..." C.O.M.O. said.
