<strong>Name</strong>:<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Laeli, Jedi Outcast</strong></span>(https://drive.google.com/file/d/11l242mseS4ZXL-rwbwZ9LubVMXeYFdJs/view?usp=sharing)<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>: All<br/><hr/><br/>Laeli hummed, tapping her cane against the floor. She had to weigh this offer carefully. Five hundred credits each would tempt most people, but they had a job to do. He need them to help with a deal, in system though. On a station? Sounded... promising. Another tap. "You make an interesting proposition. I assume a promise of our safety can be made and that this deal is not illicit in nature?" Wait, did he say deal with a hutt? Shit shit abort abort. Ah hell, too late.