Myara's eyes wandered around in the mess hall, seemingly trying to absorb everything that was going on around her, largely to distract herself from the Senate meeting going on on the holo.  As necessary as it must be to have the Senate to help maintain order in the Republic, Myara couldn't help but think of it as boring and tedious.  She just couldn't see herself resigning to sit down with a boring council day in and day out without ever experiencing any action.<br/><br/>Her attitude changed however as the sights and sounds of the Senate meeting drastically changed.  Was this really what a mandalorian looked like?  How they acted?  As appalling as it was, based on the rumors she had heard Myara had little trouble believing it.  She listened carefully as the man spoke, right up until he mentioned her own people.  Her breath caught in her throat until the man proclaimed the fate of her race.<br/><br/>All the color drained from Myara's face as she considered the man's words.  If he spoke the truth it would mean that her people and her home planet were safe, but it also meant that if she were to continue on with the mission she had earlier so readily agreed to she might wind up being forced to fight against her own kind.  Doubt began to cloud her mind.  She certainly couldn't let her conviction die after such an intense ultimatum, but could she really fight against her own people?<br/><br/>For the moment she decided that she couldn't trust her own judgement on what should be done, instead she would rely on the reactions of the others for the moment to help show her the right path.  Her violet eyes turned to those of Merryn's.  "Master...?"  She simply asked, her inner turmoil obvious even to those who could not sense her emotions.