Name: Laeli (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2273194)[/size][/url]<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/vvpMbdC.png)</div>Location: In some shitty crate<br/>Time: Who knows<br/>Tagging: The other unfortunate soon to be slaves<br/>Wounds 17/17, Strain 14/14 Defense 0, Soak 2 Morality 50, Destiny 3 Dark 4 Light<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"I'm not-" Laeli started as she was asked about being a jedi. "-all the jedi are dead, they have been for years.... that lightsaber is the last momento I have from my mother. She told me it was given to her by a close friend..... I never asked, but always figured it was from a jedi." A lie, of course. Not that she was any good at lying. "I don't even have any talent for the Force." That wasn't entirely a lie, her abilities didn't lay with overt displays, but instead gave her a deep understanding of machines. It was useful for her chosen career, certainly, but didn't do much for fighting.<br/><br/>As Jolyn cut them free, she frowned slightly. An imperial agent, handy with a lightsaber? Made her a little bit suspicious to be sure. Laeli knew the stories of the inquisitors, the Jedi Hunters. But the Empire was long dead by now, only remnants left. She<em>probably</em>didn't have a reason to worry. At least the older woman appeared to be helping for now. Someone to keep an eye on later though, to be sure. When Jolyn tossed her the lightsaber, she quickly pulled the sleeve of her robe over to hide it. "Really hope I don't have to use this thing, might end up cutting off my own finger or something."