<strong>Name:</strong>Dala Jurin<br/><br/>Morality: 50<br/>Wounds: 0/13 - Strain: 0/13 - Soak: 2 - Defense: 2m/2r<br/>Other:<br/><br/>Location: The Cockpit Section<br/>Content: Oh?  What a Gentleman!<br/>Time: Unknown<br/>Tag: Laeli, Jolyn, others in Cockpit section<br/>Destiny: 3  Dark 4 Light<br/><br/>Roll result: 1 Success, 1 Advantage; assumed two difficulty<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Dala sees the trooper coming toward her, and flicks the catch to drop the power pack from the blaster and let it smack into the deck loudly.  She spins it around in her hand, slowly, so the grip is facing the trooper and the now useless barrel is facing her.<br/><br/>She smiles at him, though the hand on her lightsaber doesn't relax.  "Thank you, I would be quite happy if you took this blaster off of my hands for the time being, until I can secure a proper holster.  Perhaps you can help me pick one out later, once we've all peacefully walked onto your ship?"<br/><br/>The easy part is pretending to be so needy.  The hard part is holding herself back.  That man doesn't need both hands.  Or both arms.<br/><br/>If he persists in trying to take her by force, she'll correct that problem.