The girl could not have been older than 14 or 15 years old. She was a wirey, fair skinned red headed girl whose face had been free of freckles. Her red hair looked wild as tight curls poked out from the mass of her shoulder length hair in whatever direction tey pleased. Even from where Ibri had sat she could tell that the girl was afraid, trembling, as a pair of stormtroopers flanked a third individual in a uniform. The man in the uniform was clearly the one that the child was afraid of, even though Ibri could not hear what was being said, as the young girl's grey eyes were focused on him. Ibri had been focused on him as well, so much so that she had not noticed Ian had gotten up from their lunch together to go say something. That was one thing she had loved about him, he would speak his thoughts to anyone no matter who they were; noone was more or less special than anyone else. She had reacted to what she had registered going on, however. She had called out his name, ran over there and had even pleaded. But it had been too late, not enough, to prevent the activated of a lightsaber, a red bladed one, that had in the next moment cut Ian down. Ibri did not even know what had happened to the red headed girl as she had collapsed to her knees and held her friend, her loved one, for his last few moments of life. She had cried that day and for many nights after.
That day had changed Ibri Sohail's life forever. It had taken her from being her father's daughter, someone who discretely supported a rebel cause without knowing truely what it meant to be effected by the war to a woman that had overcome her suffering, her first wound caused by the war, that had decided enough was enough; it was time to act. It had all happened months ago, but she still sees the images; the child, the stormtroopers, the lightsaber and Ian. Ibri had found her way to the rebellion and at first, what she did was not much different than what she had been doing; flying freighters. Recently, however, she had heard about an opening with Rogue Squadron. She wasted little time in putting her name up to volunteer for the slot; confident that her piloting prowess would fit right in.
Ibri found herself in a period of low activity, which meant no runs to go on. For now, that meant she was on the Corusca awaiting either her next freighter run or word of her volunteering for Rogue Squadron. Now this did not mean that she was simply sitting in a chair somewhere twiddling her thumbs. She had other skills that were useful and when she needed something to do she put them to use. Right now, that meant being in one of the Corusca's hangers assisting the maintenance crews. Her father had always told her if she was going to learn to fly his ships, she was going to learn to fix them herself. So she did. At the moment, Ibri stood next to an astromech, datapad in hand that she was reading.
That day had changed Ibri Sohail's life forever. It had taken her from being her father's daughter, someone who discretely supported a rebel cause without knowing truely what it meant to be effected by the war to a woman that had overcome her suffering, her first wound caused by the war, that had decided enough was enough; it was time to act. It had all happened months ago, but she still sees the images; the child, the stormtroopers, the lightsaber and Ian. Ibri had found her way to the rebellion and at first, what she did was not much different than what she had been doing; flying freighters. Recently, however, she had heard about an opening with Rogue Squadron. She wasted little time in putting her name up to volunteer for the slot; confident that her piloting prowess would fit right in.
Ibri found herself in a period of low activity, which meant no runs to go on. For now, that meant she was on the Corusca awaiting either her next freighter run or word of her volunteering for Rogue Squadron. Now this did not mean that she was simply sitting in a chair somewhere twiddling her thumbs. She had other skills that were useful and when she needed something to do she put them to use. Right now, that meant being in one of the Corusca's hangers assisting the maintenance crews. Her father had always told her if she was going to learn to fly his ships, she was going to learn to fix them herself. So she did. At the moment, Ibri stood next to an astromech, datapad in hand that she was reading.
