<strong>Name</strong>:<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Laeli, Jedi Outcast</strong></span>(https://drive.google.com/file/d/1E-EIQhFXRwqtA4Uh3HySfmAVzatXJwIu/view?ths=true)<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/vvpMbdC.png)</div><br/><strong>Wounds</strong>: 0/13<br/><strong>Strain</strong>: 0/13<br/><strong>Soak</strong>: 3<br/>Conflict:0<br/><strong>Tags</strong>: Rabme<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Laeli wasn't too sure about all of this. the Talons and what the overall mission was. To stop a greater conflict between the Republic and the Confederacy, to keep millions from dying. But there was that nagging in the back of her mind, the bit of nudge that had been there all her life pushing her to action. Laeli had pushed it away for ten long years, changed herself from her younger years and how she used to be in the Order. And, yet, it seemed she couldn't run from being pushed into galactic affairs.<br/><br/>She had decided to hole up in the machine shop, the smell of grease and oil familiar to her as home. A simple fold out bed and a chest of various tools marked the area as hers, she didn't have much else in her possession. Her sword was propped up against a wall, hopefully where it would stay. Next to the tools in her chest was a set of clothes for crawling through maintenance tunnels and access-ways, her usual robes tended to get caught or proved too bulky and there wasn't really a need to be wearing armor in the ship.<br/><br/>Laeli started to strip down, intending to do a personal inspection of the ship before the others came aboard. Her armor was heavier than most, it was one of her first creations and she never found a need to improve on it, the two pieces that covered her torso held by heavy buckles on the side. The rest of her robes came off in two pieces, loosened by a few zippers. Laeli didn't wear anything underneath the robes, they provided enough padding and she never planned on anyone seeing anything underneath.<br/><br/>She had just finished pulling down her robes, loosening the boots that were part of the garment, her back towards the door, when she heard it open. Laeli's cheeks burned red, her rear fully exposed to whoever came in, when she heard Rabme's voice. With a squeak, the miralian snapped up and spun, her robes slipping from her hands, leaving herself exposed to Rabme.<strong>"U-um. I- er, please leave!"</strong>Her hands were over her crotch, her slight breasts exposed to the cool air of the ship.