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Myla gave a small nod in response to Caul's question. "…Yes, but I think it was answered." Her voice was quiet, but certainly audible. She was bracing herself for the inevitable next question when a familiar sound met her ears: blaster fire. Suddenly she was on Geonosis again. Clones falling...

Myla followed after Shaw as they neared the launchworks. The extra gravity was annoying, and it felt like someone was making her carry an extremely heavy load on her back. She looked up from the ground when Shaw described the plan. She had already read the file, of course, but the little...

Myla slid into a too-stiff seat beside a white-haired boy (@LouJoVi ) and frowned slightly as she rolled her shoulders. This chair was bad even by GAR standards, and they weren't exactly renowned for crew comfort. Refocusing back on Shaw, she listened as he briefed them on the mission. It...

Myla gave a little laugh when Shaw made the joke about his ears. "I'd make a joke about that, but it might be insulting," she said lightheartedly and then almost gasped at herself. Had she just made a joke? Unintentionally? That hadn't happened since...wow, a long time. "Sure, why not," she...

Myla let Shaw touch her shoulder as she tried to get her emotions in check. She looked up in surprise when he offered her water. "Yes, please," she said, slowly looking up at him. "And thank you for listening. Even if all I did was sound like an idiot." And she had sounded like an idiot. A...

If not for her current mood, Myla would have smiled. Serial killer. Ha. She nodded hesitantly when Shaw offered to talk with her about the nightmare. Half of her wanted not ever to mention it, but another part of her knew that if she kept it bottled up, it wasn't going to end well. "I mean...if...

Apparently, she had woken Shaw up. "I…just a nightmare. Nothing important." Although her words were brave, her voice sounded so fragile that it seemed as if a tap could shatter her. It also didn't help that Myla had curled up in a ball inside her sleeping bag. Okay, this is embarrassing, she...

When Shaw offered her some food, Myla nodded and then realized she was as blind as a bat. The sunlight had faded faster than she had expected, and not for the first time, she wished that she had the night vision functions of the clone trooper helmets. Also, something was jabbing into her side...

Myla noticed Shaw trying to give her a high five, but in the time it took her to process that fact-it wasn't like high fives were a normal thing for her-The boy's hand was already back at his side. She sat up and pulled her legs in so she was almost in a ball shape. "Sorry…" she mumbled, voice...

Myla nodded in response to Shaw's question. "It seemed so," she said honestly. It also hit her that she was exhausted. Her meditating had drained more energy than she had expected. Cautiously she sat down next to Shaw. "Should we spend the night here? It's getting late." And, as a bonus, nothing...

In her own little meditative state, Myla was in a much better mood than before. in her dream state, memories drifted in and out of focus like a 3-dimensional slideshow. The yells of "Cover fire, cover fire!" and "Watch your six!" intertwined with the calmer words of gentler memories. "The Force...

Myla shook herself out of her reverie and stood up. Shaw was also mediating at this point, which irked her a little. She wasn't sure why. Okay, let's try this one more time, the Mirialan thought, sitting back down. Breathe in, breathe out. There is only peace. There is only the Force. Eyes...

Myla stopped in front of the weathered stone, standing in silent shock. She had seen a few pictures of the ruins during class, but they paled in comparison to the real thing. The structure was simple but imposing, broadcasting power and importance even in this dilapidated state. She...

That's cool!" Myla complimented, examining the lightsaber. It obviously was a training model, not quite as powerful as a standard saber. "I would love to practice with you sometime." She really needed some practice. Lightsaber dueling, although she enjoyed it, was not her strong suit. She was...

Myla followed Shaw as he spoke, stepping up onto the log and then stepping down off of it. "Video games," she echoed. "Interesting." When he said being outside, he also mentioned food immediately afterward, causing Myla to chuckle. "I love being outside." She stepped around a small pothole in...

Myla gave a small smile when Shaw complimented her tattoos (again). Most people either ignored them or didn't care, but Shaw seemed genuinely interested. She picked up her bag from the ground and hefted it over the shoulder, then took another sip from her drink. Then Shaw told her that she would...

Myla lay back down, cloak blowing slightly in the breeze. These moments of silence and peace in nature were treasured moments to her, mainly because they had been such a rarity during the war. A stray leaf drifted past her, and the Mirialan's eyes traced its path down to the ground. However, her...

"Yeah...probably too much," Myla replied quietly. Shaw seemed to be thinking for a moment, and then he questioned the fact she had never had fizzlygug. "Nope. Never had time, I guess," she said, sitting up and taking the can from him. She took a sip and was about to ask what kind of person...

When Shaw sat down, Myla sat down next to him, crossing her legs and feeling the grass in her fingers. When he offered her chicken, she accepted it happily. "Something fresh. Thank the Force. I don't think I'll ever get the taste of combat rations out of my mouth, but this will definitely help,"...

Myla sat awkwardly in silence for a few minutes, mentally thanking the Force that everything had gone well. The wind buffeted the bar's swinging door, causing it to swing violently on its hinges before coming to a stop. After a while, she spoke up. "How long have you been a Jedi?" @Alexikat