<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/>Like that, it was over. Suddenly, the blue of hyperspace, endless mass shadows streaking past as tiny white lights. It took Hira a moment longer than the others to leave her station, even as the torpedoes powered down and the console flicked off. She was breathing heavily, eyes closed, pressed shut. But what she was seeing wasn't seen with the eyes. It had burned itself into her mind. She was sure of it... A body thrown clear by the exploding starship, twisted and mangled, depressurizing out in the eternal cold of space...<br/><br/>Shakily, she got to her feet and out of the station, looking even paler than an Echani already did. As she also rejoined the rest of the crew, she only barely registered their Mandalorian ally stripping out of their armor to enter the refresher - otherwise, she might've noticed and approved of the trained body of another fighter. But right now... For once, even Hira's face looked something other than neutral and pale. Her silver eyes looked somewhere else, and there was clear, distinct pain in her expression, as she collapsed against the wall. Her breathing was still just as heavy, too, as if she were still running through the streets of Coruscant, away from yet more clone patrols. For now, she didn't say anything, not finding the words - a regular issue for her, true, but this time it was even worse.