The moment he set foot into the boarding room was a moment of prompt regret.
Of course, no interaction with Master Adina would have been complete without an immediate insult against his character; luckily, like all forces in the great expanse of the universe, there was an immediate sense of balance to be upheld to prevent cataclysmic discord from eviscerating the galaxy in the absence of order. Adina, having sensed this imminent threat to the very tenets which founded the Jedi Order, sprung into action to rectify the issue by snidely-- and coyly-- remarking about his lack of a padawan. And thank the Force for that-- for a second, Segin thought that she might have held her tongue for once, and then ... who knows what would have happened!
They might have even gotten along!
"Master Adina. We've been over this. My padawan's already mastered Force Invisibility-- and watch your step, will you? He's right beside you. Can hear everything you're saying, too. Be nice." Master Valerius responded as he walked toward the ramp, not bothering to meet Adina's gaze in the slightest. At this point, she wasn't even worth the time. He did, however, spare a glance towards her padawan. Kat, was it? No. Kait. "Has she done the thing where she glares at you and purses her lips, yet? I'm guessing you have. It's great. I call it the Force Disappointment."
The interior of the ship, especially the loading bay, was cramped with various pieces of equipment and weaponry discarded by Republic troops when they'd last used the thing. Technically, he'd borrowed the vessel for the use of the mission, which was a nice way of saying that he took it without really telling anyone and was planning to give it back at some point in the near future. Being a Jedi was nice like that. Most times, you'd just-- walk in, flash the I'm a Jedi look, make yourself look like you're on official business, and nobody would really ask any questions. In fact, that was how he'd gotten out of a Twi'lek's apartment once-- the robes were probably the most convincing part, he thought, because her boyfriend didn't quite take him seriously until he put them back on.
Well-- tangents aside, being a Jedi was nice.
What was not nice, however, was the immediate blast of heated air which blew into the ship as soon as the ramp cracked open and lowered itself onto the dusted outcropping of rock they'd settled upon. Segin gave one look to the group around him and nodded with his head, adjusting the bracer on his wrist to open a communication line as he walked down the incline. A soft beep preceded the faint holographic outline of a Republic official, posed upon the small wristpad as if shrunken down and turned blue. The little technological wonder never escaped him.
"We've made touchdown on Mustafar. Coordinates are sent to your nearest allied outpost." He spoke, glancing at the fierce winds of rock and misted sand around them all. On a planet like this, where transmitted data had a tough time leaving the atmosphere alone, a shorter point of reception was necessary. The man on the other end of the call nodded, his silhouette constantly flickering with the storm raging above the Jedi troupe, and moved his lips in absolute silence. A moment later, the sound of his voice played.
"Good. Coordinates show the cave entrance not half a mile from your landing site. East. Hard to miss-- the temple itself will be mostly subterranean and buried. Keep an eye out for suspicious activity, and may the Force be with you, Master Valerius."
"Give General Abanian my thanks, Gerti, and I'll keep you updated. We'll most likely lose connection as the storm worsens. I'll open up a communications line once we break orbit after the mission's completed."
The holographic projection flickered into nonexistence, leaving only the corporeal forms of the six gathered Jedi. If there was any luck, they'd be joined by another, soon enough-- not that anyone needed to know that at the moment.
"Outpost is set within an abandoned Sith temple. Underground, meaning we'll have to find a cave opening. Keep your eyes peeled, stay close, and watch yourself. The storm's worsening, so let's keep a steady pace."
And with that, the mission began in earnest. Segin began walking eastward, saber clipped tight to his belt, his eyes scanning the fast-brewing sandstorm for any signs of life.