<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/>She felt a slight shiver at being called by her full name, even here where nobody knew its meaning. And she hated herself a bit for it. Just a week more, or maybe a month, and she would've worn that name with pride as she walked towards that temple with her mother... But the newborn Empire had made that an impossible dream. She was the last of the Darksuns that could carry this legacy which was now heavier than beskar. With a deep breath, she moved up the ramp, though she hesitated at the top and also looked back, similar to the pale human woman that also stopped to see how the Mandalorian and Yellow King would come to an agreement, or not. Having the battle experience and talent of a Mandalorian at their side would put some of Hira's frayed, hidden nerves at ease for sue.<br/><br/>She did look at the droid coming up to her and the others who had been allowed to board though and almost smiled again briefly.<strong>"You are a very polite droid when you want to be, I see."</strong>Clearly remembering the shock prod she had been dodging on her unceremonious initial trip down the ramp into this hangar.<strong>"Thanks for taking care of us."</strong><br/><br/>How strange. 'Us'. She had never considered herself part of any group, now she had inadvertently stumbled into one and was now becoming part of it one way or another...<br/><br/>The Force worked in mysterious ways.