<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/wT9WdJX.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Dari Nommev (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=271819)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Indellian system, New Republic repair & supply ship Indata,<em>The Lucky Magpie</em><br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: Day 1, afternoon<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Everyone<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Gray trousers, a dark red shirt with long sleeves, a utility belt, and knee-length black boots. A backpack is slung over one shoulder.<br/><strong>Important Equipment:</strong>DL-22 blaster pistol (http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/DL-22_blaster_pistol) in hip holster, A280 blaster rifle (http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/A280_blaster_rifle) slung over her shoulder.<br/><hr/><br/>The captain didn't care about their gear, but the security did. Dari wondered if they'd discussed this at all in the cockpit, or if this had simply happened spontaneously. Either way, she hauled her bag up onto the table, and unzipped it. Leaving it open, she also slid her pistol out of its holster and settled that on the table beside her bag. "The pistol and rifle are both legally licensed."<br/><br/>Inside the bag were a few sets of clothing, various hygiene products, a knife showing signs of wear, a small video recording unit, a length of rope, and a silver necklace with a stylized campfire on the front. Dari showed no reaction to anything in the bag until she pulled the necklace out, when her cheeks flushed very faintly for a moment.<br/><br/>Leaving all her items on the table for the other Zabrak to dig through, she turned half around to see what the Twi'lek with the unusual name was doing. Card games were not her specialty, in fact, she barely knew anything about them, and routinely turned down offers to play. On the other hand, she didn't really care where she ended up bunking, either. Considering the rooms all had actual beds, they were already better than about half the places she'd slept in her life, and presumably nothing would be dripping on her in the night.<br/><br/>However, the idea soon changed, and she ended up with a card pushed into her hand. She turned it over, and grimaced as she saw it didn't have a number at all. "Uh, this is the... Master, right? That's high?" When nobody disputed her high card, she paused for a moment, to think of a question.<em>What do we bring to the mission?</em>At least she wasn't going to have to either play sabacc, or watch everybody else play.<br/><br/>"Okay. If you had to lead the group in something, what would you be most comfortable leading us in?"