Well. She's barely trusts herself half the time.

Still, she'll lead them along the path she's gleaned from their captive's mind, on guard for potential attacks.

There's a group of aliens waiting to ambush them on the stairs, armed with heavy blasters.

Ira senses them, and holds a hand up before they reach the stairs. Indicating the ambush awaiting them to Elleira.

She motions Khem to the front. He rolls his shoulders out, readies his sword, and charges the stairs with a fearsome bellow.

The volley of blasterfire that meets his attack doesn't seem to faze him as he continues up and out of line of sight.

HK-24 seems to take it upon itself to follow after Khem - at least, there's not obvious order from Ira - firing controlled and precise bursts from its weapons.

Ira bares her teeth, and darts after the other two, spinning her sword around her wrist as she moves, ready to attack anything still standing.

There is not much left.

Well. That's mildly disappointing, but probably for the best.

She throws HK-24 an irritated look, and glances back to see whether Elleira is following.

Now that her prisoner is unlikely to be harmed, yes.

Alright then, they can proceed, HK-24 falling further back again to bring up the rear.

There's not that much further. Soon they're at the final door.

Ira pauses, resting her hand on the door, trying to sense what's behind it. If there's another ambush waiting for them.

Feels like just two or three people, not overtly aggressive.

That doesn't mean they won't be when their backs are up against the wall.

Is the door looking like it's going to be easy to open?

Doesn't seem to be locked.

She glances back, tilts her head at Elleira to check she's ready.

Her saber jumps into her free hand, and she gives a short nod.

Ira opens the door, and steps through, slipping to the side the minute she goes through, leaving HK-24 and Elleira with clear line of sight. Her sword is held almost negligently, but there's no doubt that she's ready for an attack.

She enters the room, holding her prisoner before her.

The room is wide and deep, short steps leading up to a platform near the back. Upon the platform is a dais, with a strange egg-shaped machine. Wires and conduits sprout from the machine like mold on unattended bread, fuzzing out from the base and spreading into the floor and walls. Three of the aliens flank the device, wearing fancier version of the robes their prisoner is garbed in.

Well, that looks like it is likely her goal. She steps towards the device, very aware of everyone around her, waiting for a potential attack from any side.

The center-most alien takes half a step forward and raises his hands.

<"Please stop, outsider. We wish no further violence.">

"Does that mean you're going to cooperate?" (It's hidden, but she sounds almost disappointed.)

"Wouldn't that be a lovely change of pace," comes a voice from behind.

If Ira is startled, it doesn't show. "Not sure about 'lovely'," she comments blandly, shifting casually to try to have the aliens and Zash in her line of sight.