[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#ff99ff]Jaina Sarbye[/color][/h1][img]http://67.media.tumblr.com/2c8ce67e28f780da5ecdcc50be35f07c/tumblr_mseyi1utvx1qa2ewio1_500.gif[/img][hr]Location: Conference Room ---> Jaina's Room ---> Hangar C; The Vindicator[/center][hr][hr]Jaina's face scrunched up in confusion, recalling the last time she attempted to make a determination as to whether or not someone was dead or alive. She had done Kordath's test, shooting at them, but apparently she had done it wrong. The person had either been dead to start with and then alive, or alive to start with and then dead -- she'd forgotten what Jesmand had told her. The entire thing got mixed up in her mind, with up not being merely down by a one hundred eighty degrees rotation about the x-axis. [color=ff99ff]"...Got it!"[/color] Jaina lied, figuring that she couldn't be blamed for the death of a rebel anyways. It wasn't like death meant anything to her. It was no different than sleep. 

Jaina skipped out of the room once Kordath had finished, dashing to her private quarters. There, she loaded up with all of her usual weapons for a fight. She changed into her usual dress, identical practically in every way to the one she was already wearing, but it had become a ritual for her. The blue and purple strips fluttered as she spun in a circle, and with the splash of colors, she stood out. It was more fun for her that way. Picking up her two [url=http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Vilmarh's_Revenge]blaster pistols[/url] she stowed them away, before hiding her knives on her person as well. She put her playing card in her corset-like chest piece, and stowed away the rest of her normal belongings. With her hair, Jaina braided it into two pig tails, and began applying her make up. She painted her face white, before grabbing blue and purple shades, and smearing them into an almost grotesque smile on her face. Her eyes were in the same blue and purple, yet styled with little diamonds on them, such as [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/0c/dc/b4/0cdcb422c1eda0ae57614a28ba964ae2.jpg]this[/url]. By the time she was done, she looked like a mental patient had dressed her.

[color=ff99ff]"Let's do this!"[/color] Jaina squealed, before cartwheeling out of her room, and headed to Hangar C where she expected to find Kordath. 
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ff99]Sutton Corandel[/color][/h1][img]http://67.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mbsdmeM9OH1rrbb3do4_250.gif[/img][hr]Location: Main Hold ---> the Bridge; The Raven [/center][hr][hr]Sutton blinked at Kayala's rage, almost staring at Luke with an open mouth. She didn't expect him to fix his decisions--most captains would stand by what they had said, in order to prevent a crew from second guessing them. However, he was a classic scoundrel, and admittedly, she should've stopped him before he put his foot in his mouth. Still, as a second, she shouldn't have to clean up after him. 

[color=00ff99]"Captain, how long until we arrive?"[/color] Sutton asked, leaving the Main Hold and heading back for the Bridge. She may have been on Kayala's side at this moment, but she didn't want to be standing there when she came back. It was only a matter of time, she figured, until the Face returned to her normal hobby of interrogating Sutton relentlessly about her past. [color=00ff99]"I imagine I look fine for Tatooine scum?"[/color] Sutton joked, as if she hadn't lived on the planet for years.