<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/><strong>"You're very welcome, Uffel. I look forward to working together more with you."</strong>Hira's utterly serene voice was strange to hear from someone who had been straining to get all the containers loaded only a moment ago, but it seemed that physical exertion still wasn't enough to make an Echani like her emote too much. But of course, talk quickly went back to why they were even being hunted... the Jedi. In a way, becoming one of them had been a destiny barred from her by her father, but... That may also have saved her. Even just learning what her mother had taught her painted a massive target on Hira's back, but on the other hand, would she still be targeted even untrained? Potentially. Hira wished she could ask anyone about this... but she couldn't trust her father, and her mother was gone. All she had now were these fellow remnants of things Jedi-adjacent.<br/><br/><strong>"... No matter wha-"</strong><br/><br/>She was interrupted from really putting any thoughts into words by the caution call from the captain as they sped up and out of the atmosphere. This was the first time in her life she left Coruscant... And it was sure to be a hectic first day in space. For now all she could really do was stay out of the way, because one shouldn't even really trust her with a more advanced datapad - let alone scanners. Or big ship mounted guns. At least not on her own.<strong>"Anyone need assistance, I'll try to help. I'm a terrible shot."</strong><br/><br/>With Teslo's recommendation, she took a deep breath, and jumped into the seat to control the torpedo station. He knew what he was talking about with weaponry, right? This was very different from shooting a blaster pistol, but she'd surely manage...