<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">"Zilam Dorn"(https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5644/21423925526_927ae66da9_o.jpg)</div></div>A mass of brown cloth shifts uncomfortably in the cramped hold, not a single atom of skin left uncovered by the simple garment. Underneath the mass is Zilam Dorn, concerned about the details of the mission.  "Any information you have about pirates support systems would be useful: what they sell, what they buy, who repairs their ships, the last convoy they hit, and how they fence their goods."<br/><br/>Sent by the Jedi council to assist Republic Intelligence, this is Zilam's first time beyond the temple since his acceptance as a youngling. Raised as a scholar as a youngling, he spent his age studying the very nature of the force. As he grew, Zilam quickly learned how to manipulate the minds of the other with the force. Impressed by his mastery of the Jedi mind trick, the council shifted his training to lightsaber combat to augment his combat prowess. Showing proficiency in form two, Zilam is a fighter that combines his force powers with quick strikes. Forced to say at the temple at the start of the war, he read every piece of news he could find about the war. News of every world subjugated, every population enslaved, and every friend slain planted more seeds of hatred in his heart. Excited to finally be sent on a mission and do his part to finally be doing to destroy the vile Separatists, Zilam is prepared to do as the Intelligence asks of him.<br/><br/>Looking around the room, Zilam realizes he is the only one covered in such a manner. "How rude of me." Rising from his chair, Zilam allows the outer most cloth covering to slide off his body and into a heap at his feet. Revealed is a human male with snow white skin and icy blue eyes. Covered by a simple cloth tunic dyed white, with a lightsaber hanging on his hip. His features soft and warm in the darkened cargo hold. His frame is thin with moderately toned muscles. The man smiles warmly at his new allies taking a deep bow swinging his arms wide. "Zilam Dorn Jedi knight, at your service."