<strong>Name:</strong>Dala Jurin<br/><br/>Morality: 50<br/>Wounds: 0/13 - Strain: 0/13 - Soak: 2 - Defense: 3m/2r<br/>Defensive Training 1: Defensive Quality of Dala's Lightsaber +1 (noted above)<br/>Other: Dala has a setback die on this check (included in roll: mostly here for bookkeeping)<br/><br/>Location: The Cockpit Section<br/>Content: Coming Down<br/>Time: Unknown<br/>Tag: Open<br/>Destiny: 3  Dark 4 Light<br/><br/>Roll Result:  None<br/><hr/><br/>Dala exhales, feeling the moment pass.  Her crimson lightsaber's blade fades as she observes the carnage.<br/><br/>She steps, slowly at first, toward Jolyn.  She peers down at the body, doing her best to both get a good look and to not get in her way.  "So, thief, deserter?  A rare slaver who makes imitation armor for fun?"<br/><br/>She collects the head and sets it near the body.  "I can't imagine even the recruits are that witless.  Must be a pirate who stole armor off of a corpse."