<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/nLnZjdq.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>4 dark 3 light<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Cockpit<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>all by cockpit<br/><strong>Effects:</strong>-commit force die to increase difficulty of attacks against Jolyn by 2, twice per turn.<br/><strong>Action:</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Jolyn gave a mirthless chuckle, "I'm afraid the Collective might be disappointed if that's what they have planned for me" she said, removing her helmet. While technically she could probably still have children at this age if they really pushed it, she wasn't exactly prime breeding material anymore. Her one-eyed gaze flicked over to Dala. It was clear that the idea of being a breeding slave hit her quite hard. Jolyn could palpably feel the rage simmering off of her, like an ever darkening aura, "Personally I'm not one for grand stands, especially in a vessel that could easily be picked off by just a handful of Sith fighters. I'd prefer to hunt these Sith down on my own terms...or<em>our</em>own terms, if possible" she said, actually stepping forward and offering her hand to her fellow former Imperial, "I have sworn to follow the will of the Force, no matter what shape it's whims take. And if the Force would see the enemies of the Sith united under such strange circumstances, then it seems clear what our path forward is..." she mused, a flicker of a smile tugging the corners of her lips, "...'through victory my chains are broken, the Force shall free me'..." she said, citing the Sith code, the code Dala had been sworn to, "why don't we see just how much<em>freedom</em>we can spread"