Elleira takes the other direction, lightsaber making a neat little hole at the base of the neck at each body she pauses at.

Well, between the two of them, they'll have the room cleared in fairly short order. Then Ira pauses, tapping her fingers against her blaster.

Hm?

Hm? --Oh. Her hand stills.

"Considering whether they're more likely to cooperate if we interrogate one of them and use the other as...incentive. It doesn't...always work."

"With only two I will be able to keep them entirely still. If it does not work, what have we to lose?"

"Then, I guess we have a plan of attack."

"I will wake them."

She extends a hand pointing at each alien and slowly raises her arms. The aliens lift up into the air, hovering. Turning her hands and clenching her fists, their limbs snap into a rigid spread-eagle, and their eyes blink open.

She produces a truly wicked looking knife from somewhere, flips it over in her hand as she watches the two aliens. "So, which of you is going to tell me what I want to know?" she asks in Huttese.

The answer to her question is a roughly even mix of fevered screaming and frantic babble, centered on the themes of "infidel", "god", and "divine punishment".

"Not the first time I've been called that," she steps closer. "But who is your god? Or do I need to start cutting?"

"The Revan! He will find you! You will die! The Seed! Outsiders will die!"

Ira smirks. "Perhaps," she agrees airily, "but everyone does. Now. Tell me more about this Seed. Where can I find it?"

"Kyaaa! Infidel!"

"We've been over this," Ira says with surprising patience. "I'm aware I'm an infidel. I'm starting to think you want me to start cutting. And I do so try to oblige."

She switches out of Huttese briefly. "Do you have any skills with mind probes?" she asks Elleira. (She could do it herself, but...)

"Not while I'm concentrating on this."

Ira sighs slightly, nods. Turns back to their captives, and switches back to Huttese. "This might hurt," she warns.

And there's that painful seeming wrench as Ira uses the Force, and forces her way into the head of the alien who had been speaking to her, looking for the location of the Seed.

This room, preaching to the congregation - "The Revan guides us! Do not fear the outsiders, my brothers, for they will be struck down by the righteous hand of wrath." - Earlier, in conversation with the elders, three of the seven lights have gone out, as has not happened in recorded memory - he obtains the ritual blessing from the Seed, licking the condensation from his fingers as he walks away from its pedestal, past the control room and down the stairs and to the hall where his flock awaits -

Ira grins. "Got it," she says. "I guess at this point we only need one of them to keep the defences from activating."

"Do you have a preference which?"

"Not massively. This one," she points at the one who was speaking, "appears to have some knowledge of the control room and Seed, but I don't know how useful that'll be."

"That's better than nothing." She makes a fist of one hand, and the other alien compresses in a way that living beings are really not designed to. Fortunately, all of the mess is thus contained as well.

Ira gives that wicked gleeful grin again.

(HK-24 doesn't exactly react to that, but there is a brief movement.)

"Shall we? Or do I need to take over containing him?"

"I can hold it. Lead the way."

So Ira does, tucking the knife away and drawing her sword again. A curt gesture has HK-24 waiting for Elleira and Khem to precede it.

Seems she still doesn't quite trust them. Fair enough.