Joro shurgs. After glancing at Blaze and the holo emitter for a few moments, he steps away and motions Eluia to follow. He moves to the fallen dark sider.
"I don't know *cough* who that Jedi is but, to be fair, the Order is large and there's more *cough* than one enclave." He sighs heavily and turns his gaze down on the expired sith. The man's weapon, a finely crafted lightsaber, remained clutched in his lifeless hand. Joro slowly knelt down, pried his fingers open and removed the hilt."I've spent *cough* very little time outside of Dantooine. Master Phram *cough* is the only one, until recently, I've gotten to know well." He opened his backpack and placed the lightsaber in with the others.
"I just hope *cough* this...sith...was lying about the "traitor". If *cough cough* he wasn't...Well..."Joro cast a dark look at Eluia, then at the others gathered around the holo emitter. He suddenly seemed very angry...and very tired. "I *cough* wouldn't be surprised *cough* af- *cough cough* after *cough* today."
Joro winced and clutched at his chest. A fresh wave of coughs began rolling over him and he had to cover his mouth to avoid making too much noise. The pain wracking his breaths was beginning to sharpen again. When it passed and he lowered his arm, a new shining patch of thick red stains on his sleeve glimmered under the artificial light. Joro frowned, and wiped away the delicate streams of blood coming from his nostrils and lips.
"I think...I *cough cough* n-need to find the *cough* infirmary, Sergeant." He slowly shifted toward the exit, having lost any enthusiasm for the briefing. He trusted his master to fill him in on the details later.
"Looner," Joro activated his com, "Can you *cough* plug into the ship systems? I need to find the medical bay."