Chapter V: Dogfight on the Dunes
Mits handed a makeshift bandana to each member of the team and puts one on herself before bounding down the ramp ahead of the group.
"Endless hours of practice is how I'm careful, Angel. I've survived the crazy things I put myself through on a daily basis, so I've got pretty good chances with these guys. No dark premonitions, either. So I'm not expecting anyone to get so much as wounded... besides the slavers, that is."
After passing Tank, she spins around, trots backwards, and balances her lightsaber on her nose for a moment with an impish smile that shows in her eyes in spite of the bandanna hiding her nose and mouth. "Me too. Which is why its so tempting. But I won't for Biggs' sake."
Her robe follows along, bobbing slightly to look like its "walking" but its not very convincing up close. The sleeves terminate underneath a kerchief that's covering the cat statue. Mits covered it because she wants the slavers think, maaybe this is the statue? Maaybe they're trying to trick us with a fake? They will have to get in close to confirm.
Spinning back to face forward and taking her lightsaber off her nose she whispers, "Hey Luke. Lemme borrow those macrobinoculars so I can flip the safety switches on their blasters easier with my telekineepers."
Luke shrugs and hands 'em over. He's got no use for them right now anyway. Mits takes point and proceeds to surreptitiously flip the safetys to on. Angel sharing her passion for blasters means Mits knows exactly where to find the switches at a glance.
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