[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#ff99ff]Jaina Sarbye[/color][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/81b2747cd66c7fc51229581609b6d343/tumblr_mrwcokPs5L1syhahxo1_250.gif[/img][hr]Location: the Shuttle ---> Ancorhead Spaceport, Bay D3[/center][hr][hr]Jaina heard Kordath explaining that all blasters were supposed to be set to stun, and she glanced down at her own weapons. She wasn't even sure if there [i]was[/i] a stun setting on them, having never needed to use that. On every other mission she had been sent out on, the Commodore never cared how the targets came back. Shrugging a bit, Jaina figured that she would deal with it when the time came to it. And once Kordath reassured her there would be tons to do soon, Jaina entirely forgot about the blaster setting, hers very much [i]not[/i] set to stun. 

[color=ff99ff]"Hurry up, guys~!"[/color] Jaina squealed, having slipped off the shuttle, and made it onto the docking bay by the time the others left. With a bit of a shrug, she glanced around, her eyes darting wildly. Kordath and Morgbra were having some sort of conversation -- quite serious, by the sound of it, and Jaina pouted a bit. Where was the action, the fun, the lights, the whistle of blasts flying by?

And what skills did our marvelous Jaina have? She twirled a bit in a circle, not so much thinking as feeling. Intuition and tracking, she was terrific at the both of them. And in order to find the rebels, she'd need to use them. Almost like the dog that searches for the scent, but with the attention span of a puppy, Jaina wandered off from the group, spinning and dancing practically as she did so. Little trails of glitter and sparkles were left behind her, falling off of her makeup and her costume. 

Eventually, Jaina found a reinforced door. Her eyes flashing with imagination, she pulled out one of her blasters, and aimed at the control panel. Firing round after round, Jaina pouted a bit when the panel resulted in sparking wires. She had been hoping for an explosion, for something fantastical to occur. 

[color=ff99ff]"What's this way?"[/color] Jaina called out, waiting only ever so slightly for the others to catch up to her. 
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ff99]Sutton Corandel[/color][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m9yms0JIUj1rri1z1.gif[/img][hr]Location: the Bridge; The Raven ---> Ancorhead Spaceport, Bay B1[/center][hr][hr]Sutton rolled her eyes. [color=00ff99]"I hope we don't run into any damn bounty hunters for real. They get weirder each year, I swear,"[/color] she joked, following Luke off of the bridge and into the bay. Everything appeared to be perfect, and she relaxed a bit, thinking to herself that it was a very good thing that Luke was never asked to fill out paperwork. Otherwise, they'd be in a [i]few[/i] more tricky situations than they normally were.

Sutton chuckled a bit. She had spent a far portion of her life around the Hutts, the very reason she knew how to speak Huttesse. And the more perceptive among the group would notice, whenever Sutton used the language, how authentic it was. She didn't struggle with the word structure, and she didn't put a great deal of effort into it. It was all a natural process. [color=00ff99]"Chatpop bom bom cahwapkeu. Boska, jot ten yoieu tah echuta woy,"[/color] Sutton quipped, glancing at Kayala. She winked a bit, enjoying the bit of relaxation that came along with it all. 

Glancing at the senator, Sutton realized she was looking at the weakest link in the team. No matter. Nothing had come out at them yet, though she didn't fancy the possibility of taking blaster fire for the senator, it was her job. [color=00ff99]"Looks clear--but it might not stay that way. Recommend we hurry and go now, Senator."[/color]

[hider=Translations]Chatpop bom bom cahwapkeu. Boska, jot ten yoieu tah echuta woy. = Almost too perfect. Come on, let's get this shit done.[/hider]