"Indeed, I imagine not. Hardened military equipment might work...but my weapons failed at the worst possible moment." Ivy replied with a grimace, sighing for a moment. Then she shook her head. "In any case...after my basic training helped her get skilled enough to defeat Gausslyn, my...Mistress, whose name I've<em>yet</em>to learn, decided that she needs to learn from<em>my</em>teachers. Which likely will be a bit of a shock to her, given the rest of the galaxy's reaction to her attitudes. But it gets me off-planet, so I'm planning to go along with things. Would you like to come with?"