<strong>Name:</strong>Dala Jurin<br/><br/>Morality: 50<br/>Wounds: 0/13 - Strain: 0/13 - Soak: 2 - Defense: 3m/2r<br/>Defensive Training 1: Defensive Quality of Dala's Lightsaber +1 (noted above)<br/>Other:<br/><br/>Location: The Cockpit Section<br/>Content:  It's time to take action!<br/>Time: Unknown<br/>Tag: Laeli, Jolyn, others in Cockpit section<br/>Destiny: 3  Dark 4 Light<br/><hr/><br/>Dala sets down the blaster and the data pad as her hands begin to tremble.  Her lightsaber shakes as her left hand tightens around it, and her right hand is forced into a tight fist.    And then she takes a long, deep breath in, and lets a slightly longer one out.  She forces a smile.  "If the Sith show up here, I'm afraid I won't accept anything other than killing every last one of them.  The lives of your men are surely better spent living to pension age than dying in such a conflict."<br/><br/>She looks to the Jolyn and Laeli in turn.  "I don't know about you two, but whether we go with the Captain and serve as extremely generous mercenaries until we can be let loose on some planet, or find our own way, waiting at our last known position is the best way to get involved in more of that killing that is so wasteful in some philosophies."<br/><br/>The very reason she enlisted in the first place was to escape a controlled life, but what waited here was worse than anything she had ever tried to run from.  She didn't care if the plan ended up being 'wait here and kill every Sith that arrives', but she knew grander revenge waited if she could be patient.  While before she had bore no grudge to the Sith, she now felt that easy rage burning within her.  She just had to hold it down until the time where she could do the most damage.  Her lightsaber would take more heads either way.