With an angry wave of her palm the door slid open for Mara, revealing a sparsely lit room furnished almost from floor to ceiling with equipment, wires, and monitors. Three people were inside, two women and a male Devaronian. They leaned over a data terminal, so deep in conversation that at first they didn't recognize the fuming Jedi and her nephews. But a few steps into the room and her brooding presence became palpable even to them. Kalenda nodded curtly, her braided hair swinging like vines from her head. “Belindi Kalenda, Deputy Director of Operations.” “Me too,” Jacen agreed softly.