<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/SrFJtt1.jpg)</div>Jolyn Suli (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2271264)<br/><br/><strong>Wound:</strong>0/12  -<strong>Strain:</strong>2/12  -<strong>Soak:</strong>3  -<strong>Morality:</strong>50  -<strong>Conflict:</strong>2 -<strong>Destiny:</strong>3 dark 4 light<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hangar<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>all<br/><strong>Action:</strong>-Force sense: committing 1 force die to increase difficulty of attacks against her by 2 twice per turn.<br/>-Stealth through the ship to scout around (exiting same doors as the slavers)<br/><strong>Roll:</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">stealth</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.imgur.com/R4n8r7Y.png)</div></div><hr/><br/>When the Twi'lek attempted to wedge herself in between her Jolyn's natural reflexes kicked in, her grip on her sword tightening and swinging up towards her neck. However the jedi hunter managed to stop herself before actually committing to the motion and making contact, and for a tense moment the emotionless visor would stare into Nessa's eyes unblinking, "very well..." she said, rising to her feet and re-sheathing her vibroblade across her back.<br/><br/>"Though do understand that this man's future sins are now your own. Every man he kills, every woman he rapes, every child he helps enslave. Your actions here are the soil from which those actions will grow, and their suffering will be the fruits of your clean conscious" she casually explained, sounding more like a lecturing jedi than an imperial. Tapping her helmet the glow of her visor dimmed, and she made her way towards the hangar door that the slavers had rushed off through, "Do as you please, but don't mistake your mercy as an act of good" she said, vanishing through the door and slipping into the shadows to scout ahead.