Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-11588669-20150617171154/@comment-32064726-20150715215943

Kara gave a hiss at the retreating figure of the Sith Bitch. If she didn't care about the pay for this mission, she'd probably do something about her now. But she had to control herself. At least once things get going down on the surface, there was always that chance not all of them would make it out alive...

"...It's Kara. You're about about Her though. Painfully so. And please, try to keep your hands to yourself, alright?. Wouldn't want to end up being unable to 'polish your saber' anymore riiiiight?"

She walked onto the ship and sat as far away as she could from the SithBitch as she could. If one were to notice, they would see that she was packing massive amounts of heat on her. Knives, pistols, grenades, and odd bits of tech on her armor. Oddly, what looks like an extremely old  looking hilt of some kind hung on her side. She pull out what could only be described as a grenade launcher and began checking it over.