<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 could feel it, that brief moment when minds reached out for hers. Instinctively, Hira hid her own presence, and so the senses of any of the other Force Users would be unable to pick up her bright, brilliant presence in the Force at all - whatever their training and methods, they failed against the discipline of the Echani that was harder than Mandalorian Iron, as her own mother once described it. This resolve and steeled mind was necessary for a Jedi, she had been taught - and caution was incredibly important here, even if the others were partially throwing it to the wind to get this yellow figure to accept them. This... yellow king... just what was he? Probably not human under those robes. Some sort of alien, for sure. But when his pet massive cat appeared and he commented on the smaller ones the others had brought squirming towards her, the eyes of the Echani narrowed a tiny bit, the first real expression showing on her face since the small tinge of annoyance at the droid earlier. She glanced briefly at the one strange looking girl, and did say one more thing, with a now slightly furrowed brow.<strong>"...I never was, and am not, a Jedi."</strong>She said upon being called predictable.<strong>"I simply need to get away from a very... complicated family matter."</strong><br/><br/>Having your own father probably out with the secret agents of the Empire to hunt you down counted as 'complicated', surely.<br/><br/><strong>"You'd best control your pet. The moment it tries to devour one of the tiny ones, I'll give it a timeout myself."</strong>She warned, her voice level and even, a simple statement of fact to her.<strong>"Logic dictates that no smuggler worth his salt would go through the trouble of attempting to space his crew. If your objective was our death, then there's obviously a simpler way right now to attempt to destroy us."</strong>She didn't even dignify the idea of him being more dangerous than the galactic empire with a real thought or answer. No single individual could be as dangerous as the army of clones currently sweeping the planet for any sign of Force users, and with Hira bearing the identical face to a known Jedi 'traitor', the Echani was as good as dead once an entire batallion showed up. Her stance was still guarded, not necessarily tense, but ready to react the moment the 'yellow king' attempted to do anything that might either be an attempt to get rid of them or call the Empire's goons. As much as she hated the idea, taking the ship by force was still an option, as was sending the thing back to the smuggler once they were safely on some outer rim world with another, less-stolen ship.<br/><br/>...They. What a strange thought. She didn't even know who or what these people were. Other family members of Jedi? Hardened criminals? Actual Jedi on the run? Was it pure chance that led them all here, or something more...? No time to ponder the mysteries of the Force today.