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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Kemrain" data-source="post: 2579994" data-attributes="member: 12153">As the lift descends, Jaess watches the LE unit while it speaks to her."I'll let you know if I think of anything," she replies, trying hard not to sound too sarcastic, taking the droid who asked for independance's reference to servitude as either an attempt at dry humor. She watches it until she feels the lift slowing, righting herself as it comes to a stop. As the doors slide open and the muzzle of a blaster is pointed in her face her hand glides down to the empty holster at her hip, and back up into an uneasy salute as the guards do the same. She steps out of the turbolift, slightly jittery at the thought that people dressed and armed like that would have shot at her a year before.Switching sides is hell on your nerves, she muses, trying to calm herself down.Once inside the hangar bay she makes straight for the shuttle, planning to head inside and aquire all of her necessary equipment, still a little uncomfortable around her former enemies without being armed. Inside she takes a moment to don the rest of her shadowsuit, all but the mask, feeling calmer and more confident, less naked, wearing it. Once she has her Flash 4, her Stun Master, and her simple durasteel knife back on her person she heads back out of the craft, putting on the holster for her Striker MkII projectile pistol (Assuming she found it on board the Lambda Shuttle) while she looks around the bay for the technician in charge of loading the vessel, to find out the specifics of what she's bringing into the field.</blockquote>

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