Location: Lehon
Mila fiddled with the combat helmet she had bought from Balmorra, but no matter how much she played with the straps, it just felt off. Clearly whoever designed this thing wasn't a Twi'lek, because it was grating on her head tails. That aside, she looked to the rest of the men who were tagging along for this mission, after all, this was going to be a heck of an operation. On board The Jabberwocky, Mila had made the preparations to intercept their target whenever the group was ready. It pained her that her order were so mistrusted now, that brandishing a lightsaber was calls for their rights as sentient beings to be terminated. It was madness, but fear often had this effect on others. Of course, in private this was no issue at all, and indeed her lightsaber was on her person, though she wore a thin blast vest under the tunic. She only hoped her companions did not harbor ill will towards her, but that was all in the hands of the force.
@Die Shize @Grifter @TWD26
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