Into the Fire

[Korstyn Steele]

Korstyn Steele looks up as the wookie enters and sighs, rolling her eyes.  Her voice is hard, but throaty.  "Haar'chak!  Figures I'd also get paired up with the walking carpet. Ib'tuur jatne tuur ash'ad kyr'amur!"  She is lean, taller than average, and lithe of form, like she has spent her entire life working hard at one thing or another and spent fewer than a few days being lazy.  Despite the apparent ease with which she is seated on her bunk, and the confidence in her form, she seems very agitated as she crosses her arms and frowns in thought.  Her hair is redder than the sky at dawn and a keen intelligence peers out from those flinty, gray eyes.  A scar runs the length of the left side of her face, from her temple to her chin.