<div class="floatleft">(https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/71956915/RPGnet/hqdefault.jpg)</div><br/>Mina makes her appearance suddenly, the dark-haired young woman coming up from under a table, a streak of grease on her cheek.  The dormant holoprojector there comes online when she stands up, providing a rotating view of a fast-looking freighter.<br/><br/>"Mina Antilles" she declares, cocking a thumb at her chest.  "I've been with the GA for all my life... didn't even enlist.  I wasn't supposed to, but now I'm with the Triumvirate..." she says with a smirk, putting a hand on her hip.  "I'm the captain of the Spitfire here.  She was a covert courier during the war and I rebuilt about half her systems myself.  I'm an ace pilot, a real ace... 5 Predator kills last month."  She nods decisively, quite proud of her accomplishments.  "I'm a deadshot with blasters and I've seen things from one end of the galaxy to the other, without getting fried by Sith."<br/><br/>She gives Shaa Raa an appraising look.  "If the LC thinks you're the right one for the job, he has a reason.  Not one he's going to tell us, of course, but that's life in the military."