<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/>The Echani blinked, obviously a bit surprised at the idea of a smuggler not looking for easy money, though it was hard to tell if one didn't also notice her stance relaxing and head tilting slightly to the right. But... Whoever these people were? They had the right idea. Hira was just about to say something when she felt a cold shiver, and instinctively threw up her mental defenses, shrouding her mind and disappearing from the Force sight of the red woman trying to get a read on her. She glanced around at the assembled refugees, wondering just who did that - but the more horrible possibility that it was someone else far away also came up.<br/><br/>"If you need workers, then simply take me along for that, then. I can move your cargo, I can protect the ship if it is boarded. I am Echani. Nothing gets past me in close quarters." Hira offered this time, echoing the sentiment of the droid. She really disliked the alternative, but it crept into her mind. One way or another she<em>would</em>take this ship off Coruscant... Even if that meant stealing it. This captain was quite the ominous figure, but Hira wasn't going to let him decide that she'd get to stay on her home-turned-hellhole while he took off to the stars.