<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5644/21423925526_927ae66da9_o.jpg)</div></div><br/>Zilam preens internally as Lyn looks him over, her enthusiasm absolutely infectious. "Yes, I am a Jedi. My saber is quite real too."  Resisting the urge to ignite the blade and show off, Zilam listens to the rebuff from the handler.  Zilam clears his throat, slightly embarrassed. "Ah, yes of course. Do not worry I was merely getting acquainted with the team. That said with out my lightsaber, or the force, the only weapons I have received any training with are the weapons of a starship."<br/><br/>Seeing Chi's reaction to his display out of the corner of his eye, Zilam internally wonders if she is ill. He has limited knowledge of medicine, but perhaps enough to help her if she needs it. He notices that she is not wearing anything on her feet. Zilam considers that she might be space sick, and resolves to bring her something warm to drink.<br/><br/>"I doubt our handlers will mind if we liberate some goods from the Separatists, especially if we use them to convince the pirates to raid the Separatist fleet." Zilam winks slyly at Lyn. "Plenty of opportunities to blast Separatist scum, if we stay observant and keep our wits about us." The Jedi collects the brown pile at his feet, donning the flowing garment with great care. "I do not know about you, but I am eager to be underway."<br/><br/><br/><br/>