The announcement had been something of a stunner: not that they would stand on the planet. Doomed stand were something the Cha was all too familiar with. Even if those had not been great experiences, there was no way that he was simply going to run away at the first sign of danger, especially with the ones who had stood by him here as well. It did, however, cast a light on the way forward though, and that made him seek out the one that would probably understand best the opening moves on the Dejarik board.

Cha would eventually find Bura in lifting weights in the gym. Dressed appropriately down to allow for a little more comfort, and airflow, while she works up a sweat Cha finds her at the end of her current routine. Distinct metal clack of the weights being lowered into position as he enters into the room. A brief wave from Bura as she settles in, taking a seat on the bench she'd just been laying over prior. Allowing Cha to make his approach at his time and comfort, as it would appear no one else was currently in the room with them.

"Would you like me to spot for you?" Cha asks, glancing around the room. When he is sure that they are alone, he pops off his helmet, setting it on a nearby bench. He offers a shrug to Bura at the motion. After a very long time hanging out among outsiders, it still took a bit of caution before revealing his face but Bura was a trusted member of the Enclave.

The young man looks around the room once more. "So, we know that the plan is to stand and fight. Have we gotten any more orders? Or...are we going to be working on the "I didn't order you to do that, but you're let off the chain" model." He offers a rarely visible smile, even if it is savage. "Please tell me that it's the second."

"You think you'd catch my sorry ass here if this was the kind of place where we're working on orders other than, 'Shoot that guy?" she asks, chuckling with a shake of her head. Settling into her regular breathing she indicates no with a shake of her head.

"Caught me just as I was finishing up, so- I'm done here, and got all the time for ya. What's up Cha?"

"It's..." He pauses for a moment. "The last time I saw a long defensive battle against long odds, it was on Mandalore. And it was against very different opponents. I was different. I then spent a long time among the dregs of the galaxy, thinking about everything my father and brothers and sisters could have done different. There was a saying among some of the Death Watch: "There is only one sin, defeat. There is only one grace, victory." but even they didn't see some of the lengths I saw the scum of the underworld go to."

"So...how far are we willing to go?"

Bura watches him for a long moment without saying anything, just thinking, "Not sure how to answer ya- I am not one to judge, eh? Doubt Mandalore... Or the others would be all too happy to be party to some real heinous kriff but," she shrugs.

"Do what ya gotta do, I guess, eh?"

"I also doubt that they'll hand themselves over to the Empire if they feel one of us went too far." Cha pauses a beat. "Don't get me wrong. If we go in running around committing mayhem for the sake of mayhem and folk who doesn't deserve it get hurt, we hurt ourselves long term."

"But is it wrong to get a bit of a smile at the idea of a foam grenade flushed down their septic lines at that little camp they set up, blocking them all up?' Cha visibly shakes with laughter at the idea. "Because if so, I don't want to be right."

Bura chuckles at the idea, letting it simmer a little, "That is impressively childish in manner, but I'd love to see it Cha," she says with all earnesty and laughs a few more notes. Slight wear in her breathing and tone from having recently finished her workout, but Bura masks it well in that simple way strong individuals do.

"Not sure they'd really have all too many lines set up yet though, eh? It is.. well, hard to move systems like that. Poor sods probably shittin' in an outhouse somewheres," she says, and rolls her shoulders a little. Working out a slight bit of tension she'd noticed just there. "But yea, don't need to go showing these louts that we're as bad as they say we are. Ya know they call Mandalore a terrorist? Right bastards, all we've ever done is keep to ourselves."