<div class="floatright">(https://www.dropbox.com/s/3s39a9j66sydpo1/MeiNovastar.jpg?raw=1)</div><strong>Name :</strong>Mei Novastar (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2316092)<br/><strong>Hit Points :</strong>66 / 66<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> 19 (Flat Footed 16)<br/><strong>Fortitude :</strong> 20<br/><strong>Will :</strong> 16<br/></div></div><br/><strong>Noteworthy Features :</strong>Slender female human in form-hugging gloss-black flight suit with a large blaster on her hip.<br/><strong>Tag :</strong>Speakeasy Introduction<br/><hr/><br/>The pilot had been on quite a tailspin for the last few days, physically and emotionally.  Waiting for her Jedi friend to get back to Coruscant, staying in a cheap hotel not far from the Jedi temple... then the news about the Jedi insurgency and founding of an "Empire."  Mei knew what that could mean and spiraled lower and lower into the depths of the capital city to evade any possible pursuit... and her own dark thoughts.<br/><br/>Perhaps she's hit bottom, perhaps it's time to start climbing back up.  Get off this world, then see what else can be done.  She'd always teased Master Kaku about getting mixed up in hopeless crusades and dragging her along, and now the glimmer of one of her own is vaguely starting to form.<br/><br/>Lot of people gathering at the speakeasy... a mixed and uncertain lot, but definitely not Republic... Empire... heavies.  She walked up to them confidently and addressed the eye.  "Paying customers" she answered, rubbing her fingers together in the universal sign of "credits."  "Better not to gather in large numbers on the street right now..." she said under her breath after the eye retracted.<br/><br/><br/>