Jaina pretended not to notice and simply stared at the commando across from her, a broad-shouldered titan in a red helmet and black armor. Jaina was pretty sure he was Vatok Tawr, a talented fighter as quick as he was strong, with a ready smile and a quiet manner that seemed at odds with his rawboned cheeks and fist-flattened nose. She had trained against him several times.
"How bad you want to die, Jedi?" Blue asked. "Keep asking questions-"
"It's okay, Roegr." Mirta disconnected her helmet from its vac suit connectors, then took it off and ran a gloved hand through her curly brown hair.
