by Durasay Mixo » Fri Jun 15, 2018 6:48 pm
Durasay felt the invigorating feel of the Force drawing the pain away from him. It was hard to believe, now, how fine he felt, compared to the critical nature he had come into the room.
Of course, that wasn't the only thing he felt. The Dark Side, the pull of fear from Rekara as she drew the pain into herself. He watched her closely.
This one has great fear... yet great desire to help... I must speak more with her...
"I would hope they did. There's a Zeltron woman, Lelia, Dr. Ormont. A smuggler with the Resistance. There were two others, as well, that we airlifted out."
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Durasay Mixo on Fri Jun 15, 2018 9:11 pm, edited 1 time in total.
Pantoran | Peacekeeper | Senator | Commanding Presence | Field Commander | Tough | Enhanced Leader | Strong in the Force
Carries: Paired Heavy Blaster Pistols w/ Bantha Eye Lasersight | Vibrosword (+1 Melee Defense) | Utility Belt with gear | Heavy Battle Armor (1/1 Defense)
Languages: Basic, Huttese, Mando'a, Pantoran
"We won't leave anyone behind."