The sudden presence of the gunship sends a shiver down Amon's spine, casting an air of uncertainty over the situation. "Could be," he mutters in response to Willa's inquiry. With a deliberate calm, the Jedi Master assumes the co-pilot's seat, fingers dancing across the buttons and controls. Each press is a calculated move, a silent dance with the unknown.
"Scanning the ship now to unveil its concealed ID code," he announces, his voice measured but laced with a subtle urgency. Meanwhile, Amon activates the commlink, contacting Zemi. "Zemi, we've got company. Head to the upper laser turret. Stay vigilant; we don't know what we're dealing with yet." The tension in his words mirrors the apprehension etched on his face as the possibility of conflict looms, demanding readiness from every crew member.
OOC: Going to use the aspect
- The Radiant Dawn Has a Few Tricks Left In Her
to scan the ship to see if we can figure out if it is a friend, foe, or innocent bystander
The ship's scanners have accumulated quite a library of ship IDs and Configurations over the centuries since it has been put in service.