<strong>Name:</strong>Dala Jurin<br/><br/>Morality: 50<br/>Wounds: 0/13 - Strain: 0/13 - Soak: 2 - Defense: 2m/2r<br/>Other:<br/><br/>Location: The Cockpit Section<br/>Content: Heh.<br/>Time: Unknown<br/>Tag: Laeli, Jolyn, others in Cockpit section<br/>Destiny: 3  Dark 4 Light<br/><br/>Roll result: None<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Dala has to pause for a moment.  Then she laughs good and hard, unaware of her surroundings.  She claps the man on the shoulder, smiling wide.  "First rule about the Sith: they have no sense of humor.  You'll forgive me for being in recovery.  In exchange, the first round's on me when we get somewhere with good drinks."<br/><br/>She knew it was a bad idea to let her guard down, but...she couldn't help it.  There was safety in numbers, after all...<br/><br/>...even though betrayal was inevitable.