<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/>Hira was in half a mind to show that shock-prodded droid just where it could stuff its tool, but she wasn't about to ruin her one real chance of getting off of this deathtrap that had been her home for her entire life. Her body posture and language were guarded, but her face was incredibly neutral, not betraying any emotion, be it positive or negative. She flicked her silver-white long hair back behind her ears, as she turned around, arms crossed, at the lower end of the gangplank, not intent on giving up just yet, when the yellow figure spoke. The Echani also spoke, in a quiet, level tone, kept even by discipline more than any desire to remain calm. She was too focused to really care about those supposed 'guests' in the hangar bay.<br/><br/>"As I've been trying to explain - and put that prod away, please - I can pay you. Easily double or tripe the usual amount to get to the Outer Rim. I'm not asking for much. Just get me away from Coruscant." If the money she had smuggled into a private account and away from her father was going to be good for something, then it might as well be this. Truthfully, she was afraid of staying - especially after what she had<em>felt</em>when her mother insisted on going to the temple to help. A Force Bond not only between master and student, but mother and daughter, snapped apart and snuffed out, could only mean one thing, but she couldn't dwell on it yet. Couldn't grieve yet. Because if she was caught, then her mother had broken her husband's trust in vain, and all the time spent training Hira would've been for nothing. The Darksun line would end, for good. Something she could not allow.<br/><br/>"I'm not requesting any special treatment, or any specific planet. Stuff me into a small cargo box if you have to, I can deal with that. Surely your captain would appreciate the ingenuity of such easily earned credits?"