<div class="floatleft">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/starwars/images/d/db/Clawdite_Shapeshifter_AoN.png/revision/latest?cb=20190428225058)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Bar Tledg Zlaan<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Vanguard C&C<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Anyone<br/><strong>Mentioned:</strong><br/><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:<br/><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong>Nope, nope, nope, nyet, nien, niente<br/><br/>Even without windows Dar could feel the changes in attitude, hear and sense the way the engines changed note and pitch, they were maneuvering hard, then there were shield hits. That greasy feel to the air all of a sudden and the sound, like duraplastic being scraped past duraplastic, the first one accompanied soon after by more, low level hits, star fighter weapons? Most likely, then a few bigger hits, turbolasers? Certainly. Ion would be making her skin crawl, sending little surges of charge all through the ship even past the shields. She sat the controlled her breathing. Whatever it was, it was under control and there was no need to panic, yet. She counted about nine turbolaser hits and a good number of smaller starfighter level ones. A ship this size could take that kind of abuse and shrug it off. These were accompanied by a coil whine deep in the ship, subtle, but certainly there, each one followed shortly thereafter by a louder report. Vanguard was returning fire, large batteries, starboard side, this seemed to indicate that they were not surrounded, they were maneuvering still, that things were likely about as 'in order' as a space battle could get.<br/><br/>Still, she glanced down at the data pad again, checked the route once more to the escape pods. It didn't ever hurt to be cautious. The not knowing what was going on was maddening. She sat and sucked on her lips and waited for something decisive to happen.