<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/uUVWL36.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Zisse Luumeer<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Respite, Lounge<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><br/><strong>Notes:</strong><br/><strong>Wounds: 0/11</strong><strong>Strain: 2/14</strong><strong>Status:</strong>Normal<br/><br/>Zisse sighed as their visitors appeared to be Stormtroopers and she stood in position with the others. Just great.  It could be worse though. It could be black suns, or an angry business ex business partner, or the hutts, or well really she had too many people after her. It could have been worse. Well she wasn’t smuggling or selling stolen goods this time so she shouldn’t have to worry about arrested. This time at least. She was a legitimate businesswoman after all. Why would she hide?  For now though it was best to attract as little attention as possible before she needed it to. Much as it went against her more boastful instincts but her sense of self-preservation won out in the end, for now it was the waiting game unless she needed to speak up to make sure one of the others needed it. She would need as many people between her and blasters. Much more efficient than getting shot herself.