[b][u]Ilum[/u][/b]

"May the Force be with you." Rozalia murmured in answer following her bow to Master Zetram. She was unsure of how to feel about this mission; undoubtedly excited, at the apprehension of getting back into the thick of things and getting off this ice covered globe. But there was always the niggling sensation of fear in the back of her mind. Although fleeing from danger was not common to her - both by her nature as an Avalian, and through her Jedi training - she always feared Death somewhat more than others would. Perhaps because she had witnessed so many of her loved ones be swallowed by the unrelenting maw of Death.
As herself, Krios, and the other three Jedi left the Council Chamber and made their way to the hangar, Rozalia glanced at Krios.
"What do you think they need us to do?" She asked him quietly, thinking of how their combined talents (Her own talents laid mostly with tracking and stealth), and the use of 'Special Operations task force', would come into fruition on the war torn planet of Csilla. There were many other Jedi there, great Jedi Knights and Masters that seemed like far away legends to her.