<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/d4/9f/7f/d49f7f55867e23bccaa70e93634b4d69.jpg)</div><br/>Everett Duskwalker (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1CFZlucyTWiZNCVvlthfKNY0ImqxWCrTTxCQW3EYFzUM/edit)<br/><br/>Everet's arms were not the strongest, but he had a confident embrace, offering comfort without hesitation, reservation, or judgement.<br/><br/>When she finally relaxed, he eased back a careful step, looked into her eyes.  "I suppose it makes sense.  In normal sleep, nightmares come to us in the deepest stages.  Sleeping where we did for so long, we were predisposed to nightmares.  Simple biology."  For a moment, his soothing smile was a little wan, suggesting he needed to convince himself of it.<br/><br/>Everette--already dressed in black boxers--slipped into a tight Burgundy shirt, then a lose, comfortable dark green robe.  With practiced ease, he tied his belt so that the robe would flow easily with his every move, then added a light saber, a small backpack and utility belt.<br/>Turning away from Kassey, he ignited the lightsaber for just a moment.  It's rich emerald blade brought out the radiance in the understated colors of his outfit.<br/><br/>"Hello old friend."  He let the blade wink out, tied it to his belt, then offered Casey his arm.<br/><br/>Stepping out into a more central area, he looked around at other waking Jedi.  "Good morning.  My name is Everett.  This is Kassey.  Does anyone have news?  It sounds like a mess out there.  It must be pretty bad if there weren't technicians or at least a guard here when we woke up.  When I went down there were two officers and three medical droids."<br/>