Davith had also remained silent during the briefing, the blank metal cyber-eyes in his sockets staring blindly ahead as he observed the briefing and his surroundings by the ripples they made in the Force. He was almost statuelike until the briefing came to an end, jerking abruptly as if waking from sleep or a dream. Ritualistically, he removed each of the four saber hilts strapped to his waist one by one, running his long fingers along their lengths one at a time before replacing them.<br/><br/>"What will be our priority order?  Will those platforms closest to the attacking fleet be cleared of survivors first?"