<div class="floatright">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/807557987769122816/832686820633346078/Hira_Jedi.jpg)</div><strong>Name :</strong>Hira Darksun (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2419961)<br/><strong>Hit Points :</strong>45 / 45<br/><strong>Condition :</strong>0 (Healthy)<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Defenses</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Reflex :</strong> 17 (Flat Footed 17)<br/><strong>Fortitude :</strong> 17<br/><strong>Will :</strong> 20<br/></div></div><br/><hr/><br/>Hira gave a long, unblinking stare to the Yellow King, as if sizing him up, and did the same with the cat-like creature carrying the kittens up into the ship... And then her posture relaxed rather abruptly, and she even smiled a tiny bit. Rare for her to let even that much emotion show on her usually cold, detached face, but in the end, Echani were still mostly human. Some traits would always bleed through their stable, completely identical DNA that told of the ancient heritage which diverted longer ago than any memory or record reached.<br/><br/><strong>"You're right, king. I am terrified, in fact. You win, I did not expect anyone here to be capable of reading me like an open book."</strong>She said evenly, but not unfriendly in tone.<strong>"You have very trained eyes, to understand me so easily. And it would appear your Queen is indeed quite regal."</strong><br/><br/>Of course, she wasn't part of the group that brought these tiny kittens in to be adopted by the actual boss of the ship. Still, she'd keep the tiny creatures safe for passage off-world. It was a lot nicer than having to give in to fear and anger, at any rate, and wouldn't make her mother start spinning in whatever shallow grave the Empire had tossed her into. Hira's small smile faltered and disappeared under briefly visible deep sorrow as she felt the hole torn right where the Force bond between master and apprentice had been. Did she hate the new Empire...? Yes. She did. She couldn't deny it. And also couldn't deny that she'd give in to anger to punish them if she could. But that wasn't the way she had been taught. She had to fight these emotions, or fall prey to them.<br/><br/><strong>"You and the queen shall have my word, then. I swear upon my family's name, the Darksuns."</strong>Thankfully it didn't seem like any of the other refugees would be old enough to actually know Hira's mother. But really, would it matter anymore in a few minutes when they were all hopefully on board?<strong>"I may not be Mandalorian, but my people aren't oathbreakers either."</strong><br/><br/>Mandalorian. How did a Mandalorian end up on the run from the new Empire anyway? Hira had been so focused on herself she hadn't even noticed... Or that the one the yellow king had called a 'witch' had rather strange eyes. Almost frightening, but that was silly. Who'd be afraid of someone's eyes alone?