Twelve hours later…
Roth had only one major export and in it's barest essence it was bug spit. From miniscule webs to great gnarls of rope thicker then her leg. It was processed and made useable by the local factories. Eventually expensive fabric to some of the strongest organic cable left planet to be shipped. What bothered her though was even the buildings were made of the stuff. Her freshly mended robe rapped around her making a barrier between her and the walls. Her master likewise remained hooded and robed waiting in the small room that had been rented for them till the others could arrive. Thank the force they did not have to wait long. The others arrived she scanned the faces and quickly realized there were none she knew. The last brought a large hover case.
"Thank you for coming. I know some are skeptical, but believe me this is just as important. The people we will meet call themselves in basic Element Wraiths. I do not have time to go over all the etiquette with you so follow these basic rules and all should go well. Do not speak unless spoken to. Do your best not to touch the wraiths in any way they take offence easily. Honesty is the best here; no subtle cover-ups only blunt honest truth. Feats of any sort of power can be taken wrong, and believe me a fight with one will prove fatal even for a Jedi. The rest is common sense. In the chest are some older weapons each take a pair you know how to use and arm yourself visibly with them. No blasters allowed. Also I had new robes and tunics made for all of you. They are a little fancier then usual, but with these people first impressions are almost everything. I need not remind you we represent the peoples of the galaxy whether directly or indirectly. "