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Snowbund simply sat where she was required, law events like this were rather interesting to say in the least. Not that they werent fun by any means. But as time wore on, poor Otto had to request permission to bring his pocket proane tank and a book of matches to keep his nose from going sideways on him. Not that she really noticed she stank worse than a hutt on a good day. But it didnt really matter to the Jedi Grand Master who felt a familar precense.

When Kinara was halted to be identified the man on duty was a local officer who didnt know what to do but apparently they had it handled. Of course multiple security guards tried to get her to relinquish her lightsabers, there was a reason she didnt wear her Honor Swords. somehow she felt naked without them, But she had her twin lightsabers at her hip, hidden under her rather revealing dress she wore most of the time. Sadly she couldnt breing Nexi into this mess, so she was stuck with Otto. the poor man.

A woman with long black hair stood next to where Elijah sat. She spotted Fletcher out of the corner of her eye then acted as if she never saw him. Timing had to be perfect if they were to go through with the assassination of the man who killed millions. A man who,m by rights wshould have been dead six ways to Tuesday. But the man was still alive. And a friend of hers, was dead. But nevertheless the woman was smarter than to let her personal feelings of vengence get in the way.

No, she was far smarter than that. Redmane knew her target, his weaknesses, his strengths, his hatreds, his loves, everything. She had painstakingly learned it all. It was all simply a matter of timing. But unless she was somehow notified to not strike by her employer she simply waited.

Outside the courthouse building as a whole a rather odd transport, a minivan on space dragon steroids, rolled into view with a strange honking as Crane had arrived, the woman stepped from her Wen, the minivan/SUV was rather adorable as it tried to follow her up the steps. a security officer tried to stop it but Crane waved the man off. Her Wen after all was hers, and it tried to remain as close as it could to her.

Of course it started horking again and spat out the puzzle cube she had kept with her at all times, easily catching it she tapped a finger on it before smiling simply. She held up the puzzle cube, she hadnt figured out the designs on ther outermost layer of it yet. But, her Wen wanted to go with her, so it gave her the puzzle box ? She didnt have to say anything it seemed, but the Wen seemed to understand where she was going and if needed could easily barrel through the wall to get to her.

Crane herself was called upon both as a witness to the destruction, and the death of the poor soul that had been destroyed by Elijah's concoction. Crane had willfully sacrificed herself into the volcano. So she was really only needed there for certain things, witnesswork basically. She could do that. The beautiful silver minivan on steroids chirped something and seemingly nodded on its front wheels before seemingly darting off. Crane went and once allowed through security headed for the courtroom.

As she walked she looked almost whsiplike, leaving a brief echo of herself in her movements, after all, she had died in that supervolcano. She went and took her seat, almost regal as she sat before standing as the judges arrived before being allowed to sit. She didnt recognise anyone there in the room aside from one or two people. One of which she had seen briefly at the scene, Kinara, though Crane never learned the name.

Truth be told she remembered very little, only that she had a lot of rebuilding to do, Lady Une Drive now was possibly the prettiest place in Wing City at that moment