<strong>Name</strong>:<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Laeli, Jedi Outcast</strong></span>(https://drive.google.com/file/d/1E-EIQhFXRwqtA4Uh3HySfmAVzatXJwIu/view?ths=true)<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>: Vo-Cador<br/><hr/><br/><strong>"That would be the ideal location, would it not?"</strong>Laeli said, leading the way.<br/><br/>Once in the machine shop, Laeli sat/kneeled on the sleeping bag that served as her bed, giving Vo the use of the only chair in the room. The tables were already filled with various projects Laeli had half-started, mostly parts for the ship that needed some slight tinkering or repair. Her sword was hanging above one of the tables, a datapad on the wall under it with notes written down. There was altogether a sort of organized chaos to the room, with each area seemingly segregated on what was where.<br/><br/><strong>"I heard some rumor on what happened, though what is true and what is fiction is not something I could fully say. After leaving the Order, I cut myself off from... well, everything."</strong>She held a hand out towards the metal cup near her bed, the container shaking slightly then stopping.<strong>"Can't even lift a cup anymore.... which is why I wished to talk to you. Until I retrain myself in the ways of the force, until I can be confident enough to actually channel the force again, I prefer my past stay in the past."</strong>