Talyn's Escape

Talyn followed the Resistance officer's lead, using a handle to stabilize herself as the shuttle took off and made for hyperspace. "What?" she glanced at the lightsaber handles strapped to her bracers, then realized what he was talking about. "Do not be stupid," she said with a frown, her still as monotone as ever. "I draw them to use them. I do not cut off my own hands for the sake of novelty. They are lightsabers, from deceased Imperial Knights I believe." She shrugged. "I have had them since- for as long as I can remember."

The cyborg looked to the Resistance leader at his question about who she was, finding it interesting he'd ask that without introducing himself first. Who was he to be demanding her identity? A part of her wondered if they would share their names or if there were concerns about operational security, but it was still odd not knowing someone's rank and caste while she talked to them. "My name is Talyn. Ralkor Zhen designated me by the number six-two-five; I do not enjoy being a number, nor do any of my surviving sisters." She paused and glanced back at the rear of the shuttle, back where they had left the station, thinking of them and what might result of the sabotage. She smiled, thinking the lost data just might mean Ralkor Zhen really wouldn't figure out how to break Jenny's resistance. "I am- was an experiment of his."