<div class="floatright">(http://pre06.deviantart.net/dbb6/th/pre/f/2015/355/f/a/comm___miri_xen_by_upshdragoon-d9ky90b.png)</div><div class="floatright"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Without Suit. NSFW</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://pictures.hentai-foundry.com/o/Obhan/200541/Obhan-200541-SWTOR_Rattataki_Pinup.jpg/)</div></div></div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Kittani Auqom<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Assembly Hall<br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><br/><br/>The early morning summons following a unrestfull night of slumber was very problematic. Which would explain why instead of being clad within her full suit she stands near the back of the collection of padawan clad in a knee length sleeping shirt and breathing mask. Watching the students pile out once dismissed she made to leave herself only to pause at Cinjin's question of the Masters. Turning to the front she limped her way over to the Miraluka and the Masters, the gleaming metal of her lower right leg thumping with each step.<br/><br/>"Could mean it's to late at that point." Crossing her arms over her chest she peers up at the would be healer. With a low hum she tilts her head. "Or the big shape's not real. A hologram of some sort perhaps... the missiles do pass through it in the dream."<br/><br/>