Jayla spotted the ship after having wandered for nearly a half hour. She had to be careful, she'd heard rumors on the net that these sorts of things were traps for surviving Jedi. Get them space-side and then blow the airlocks or ship straight up. Still, all the intelligence her Lord's crew could gather had shown this one was legit. He'd discouraged her to this plan of action, after all, he had many places to hide her and what would revenge or other Jedi bring anyway? Her master was dead no thanks to their blindness and she was alone in the world. Still, that wasn't why she'd left, really, it'd been a teenage storm out. He'd revealed the truth of her past to her as a final attempt to get her to stay. It hadn't worked.
She breathed in briefly scanning the ship for any of the more malicious and dangerous feelings that might have indicated foul play. Finding none, she slowly strode forward her rifle slung over her shoulder and her lightsaber well concealed in her sack, but still in easy reach should the need arise. " She breathed in focusing on hiding her force sensitivity. "Jayla Morovian reporting in." After the schedule was checked, she was ushered into the cargo bay. She glanced around taking in the others surrounding her. She nodded politely at everyone looking around for a crate to sit on and finding one easily. She took her seat.