[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#ff99ff]Jaina Sarbye[/color][/h1][img]http://67.media.tumblr.com/9909eb9dd5f4a6749009050c1ad0d0f6/tumblr_mrw3nobFPa1samf62o1_500.gif[/img][hr]Location: Hangar C ---> the Shuttle; The Vindicator[/center][hr][hr]Jaina eagerly skipped into the shuttle, before pausing in the middle of the space. Glancing around slowly, she remained eerily still, as if trying to determine the absolute best seat on the shuttle. She extended her fingers gently into the air, before spinning and twirling with an unnatural quality, as if she was bewitched. Gasping for breath, Jaina then took her seat, and glanced at the safety equipment. 

[color=ff99ff]"Do you think we'll crash or somethin'?"[/color] Jaina asked to no one in particular. As much as she loved flying, she loved crashes even more. They gave her an adrenaline rush, a sense of pure bliss with each and every near death situation. Despite not understanding the danger they presented, she still got the same thrill. It was perhaps lucky that she wasn't listening as Morgbra mentioned the medical supplies, with the unhinged maniac ready to the latest mission. 

[color=ff99ff]"Why so serious, Morg?"[/color] Jaina squealed, smiling widely. It only accented the lipstick she had smeared across her face, turning it into a grotesque grin. [color=ff99ff]"Let's put a smile on that face~!"[/color] She reached over, and forced Morgbra's cheeks up into a grin, before giggling with delight. It was fortunate she hadn't decided to carve it into him, instead satisfied with the temporary solution.

[color=ff99ff]"Koooooordath! Are we theeeeere yeeeeet?"[/color] Jaina whined.
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ff99]Sutton Corandel[/color][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lwjoitXWkG1r270rb.gif[/img][hr]Location: the Bridge; The Raven [/center][hr][hr]Sutton shook her head, despite the Captain speaking to Stehrr. She knew that he was a bit out of his depth on occasion, but she wouldn't have followed him if there wasn't a decent man underneath the snark and charm. [color=00ff99]"Untwist your boxers and deal with it, Captain,"[/color] Sutton advised. [color=00ff99]"You know how Faces are. Angry one minute and completely blank the next. I doubt it'll come up again."[/color] Of course, she did happen to agree with Kayala about the Captain's poor planning--but that would be a discussion for later, and not in front of the entire crew. 

[color=00ff99]"I mean, I could always punch you to give you some authentic bruising,"[/color] Sutton offered, a cheeky grin on her face. They were practically there, and her stomach flipped and flopped around practically with nerves. Matthew's usual antics weren't calming her down at any rate, and Sutton briefly regretted sticking out her neck for the Republic. She watched as the small settlement came into view, and she nodded at Stehrr a bit of thanks for not crashing the ship--not yet, at least. 

[color=00ff99]"Do we have any intel on if any of the big guns are here to play?"[/color] Sutton asked, knowing that Imperials would show up sooner or later. They never tended to stay gone long. And as her unease increased, Sutton made a mental note to not find herself in a situation where she was alone with the Face. She didn't trust Kayala to not hand her over to the Imperials if they were caught.