<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Xxfp4aR.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ferron Kell<br/><strong>Location:</strong>GR-75 "Respite", lounge<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><br/><strong>Notes:</strong><br/><strong>Wounds:</strong>0/12<strong>Strain:</strong>0/12<strong>Status:</strong>Normal<br/><hr/>Ferron swore under his breath and set about packing his meager possessions and preparing for a fight. If this were a genuine malfunction, they'd either had been dead already or the crew would most likely manage to limp to the destination regardless. Sabotage followed by pirate attack or, perhaps, worse, an Imperial interdictor were much more unappealing prospects, and in either case he wasn't about to go down without fighting.<br/><br/>Ready to go, hand on the belt near his blaster, the deserter stepped out into the lounge to take stock of the situation.<br/>