Name: Laeli (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2273194)<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/vvpMbdC.png)</div><br/>Location: In some shitty ship<br/>Time: Who knows<br/>Tagging: everyone<br/>Wounds 17/17, Strain 14/14 Defense 0, Soak 2 Morality 50, Destiny 4 Dark 3 Light<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Laeli let out a breath as the Gammorean dropped, clicking off the lightsaber. Despite their victory in the fight, she felt defeated. Violence had surrounded her all her life. Laeli swore when she left Nar Shadda that it was all behind her, and swore before that she wouldn't take a life. Well, she didn't kill the guard, but close to it.<br/><br/>Putting the lightsaber away into her robes, Laeli began looking through the crates to find the rest of her gear. She needed her tools and armor, the tools especially to help crack through whatever might be in the way. Once Laeli found them, and took a quick dive behind a crate to change into her armor, she emerged with her hood pulled over her head. She shot Jolyn a cold look, tapping her training stick on the ground. "I am not a killer like you, but that doesn't mean I will leave myself defenseless. Don't think I didnt see your trick either, you and I are going to have to talk when we get out of here."