Aela Talith
The Righteous
[member="Adder"]
Stealth had never been her area of expertise.
In fact, most would say it was the skill she underutilized the most. She could have learned it at one point, her mother was a Master at stealth, could even cloak herself in the force. Yet Aela had never had much of a need for that sort of thing. Oh she envied her mother's capabilities, but...well, it had simply never come to her as easily as other things did. The truth simply stood that Aela was much more of a blunt object then a honed knife.
Most of the time she was okay with that, most of the time the roll suited her perfectly well, but now? Well she felt a bit useless.
The members of the Fifth Legion were all shuffling around the cargo hold, all of them dressed in regular clothing, like her, all of them with a designated task. She had picked every one of the fifteen on this freighter specifically for this task. They had all been trained in special operations and stealth tactics, and more then a few of them had...experience as smugglers. That was in the past of course, but Aela knew that it would come in handy on this mission, and thus she had picked them above all others.
Of course, their experience with the matter was the exact thing that made her feel so...small. She was out of place here. She could lead these men into battle, fight at their head, but she couldn't do anything here, especially since they were on a starship. Aela had less experience with starships then she did with Stealth, and that was really saying something. So she had simply placed herself at the back of the cargo hold, sitting on a large footlocker which contained two or three sets of Fifth Legion armor, something that they would later need. Currently the young Jedi Marshall was simply striving to not get in the way, a task that she had exceedingly failed at not an hour ago when she found herself sitting in the cockpit asking questions about nearly everything.
Eventually she'd realized that her questions were obstructing Sven's piloting and she had made herself scarce. The old Soldier hadn't said anything of course, but she'd gotten the feeling that he needed a bit of concentration.
One could hardly blame him of course, what with the task that had been set upon him.
She wondered briefly how much longer it would be, wondered if the codes they had received were correct and if the freighter that they sat in would actually stay together long enough to do what they needed to do. She hoped for it of course, but in the back of her mind there was more then a bit of fear, there always was on days like this.
Stealth had never been her area of expertise.
In fact, most would say it was the skill she underutilized the most. She could have learned it at one point, her mother was a Master at stealth, could even cloak herself in the force. Yet Aela had never had much of a need for that sort of thing. Oh she envied her mother's capabilities, but...well, it had simply never come to her as easily as other things did. The truth simply stood that Aela was much more of a blunt object then a honed knife.
Most of the time she was okay with that, most of the time the roll suited her perfectly well, but now? Well she felt a bit useless.
The members of the Fifth Legion were all shuffling around the cargo hold, all of them dressed in regular clothing, like her, all of them with a designated task. She had picked every one of the fifteen on this freighter specifically for this task. They had all been trained in special operations and stealth tactics, and more then a few of them had...experience as smugglers. That was in the past of course, but Aela knew that it would come in handy on this mission, and thus she had picked them above all others.
Of course, their experience with the matter was the exact thing that made her feel so...small. She was out of place here. She could lead these men into battle, fight at their head, but she couldn't do anything here, especially since they were on a starship. Aela had less experience with starships then she did with Stealth, and that was really saying something. So she had simply placed herself at the back of the cargo hold, sitting on a large footlocker which contained two or three sets of Fifth Legion armor, something that they would later need. Currently the young Jedi Marshall was simply striving to not get in the way, a task that she had exceedingly failed at not an hour ago when she found herself sitting in the cockpit asking questions about nearly everything.
Eventually she'd realized that her questions were obstructing Sven's piloting and she had made herself scarce. The old Soldier hadn't said anything of course, but she'd gotten the feeling that he needed a bit of concentration.
One could hardly blame him of course, what with the task that had been set upon him.
She wondered briefly how much longer it would be, wondered if the codes they had received were correct and if the freighter that they sat in would actually stay together long enough to do what they needed to do. She hoped for it of course, but in the back of her mind there was more then a bit of fear, there always was on days like this.
