Now came the hard part. The revisiting of that hurried comm from Master Henning that she'd recieved. It was not something that she wished to dwell on, but it was a terrible portent all the same.
"We are... unsure."
Not the answer that the Director would want to hear she knew, but Lok felt it the only fitting one.
"I was unable to fully participate in the Council's meeting, so I do not know of its' full outcome. There was talk of war, of cutting Coruscant off from the rest of the galaxy, and of blockading Vortex. I do not know the final decision, and I wish that I did."
The Lupine paused, staring at the regal carpeting beneath her bootsoles.
"One of our Masters was injured on Coruscant already. Another is on Chandrila as we speak. We are so far spread out, and this has caught us badly."
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