<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/77/00/6c/77006c801d8ffa0356acf74b0b007aae.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Lur Galvan<br/><strong>Location:</strong>D’Qar makeshift landing pad.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone<br/><strong>Mentioned:</strong>No one specific<br/><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:None<br/><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong>Just Language<br/><br/>Lur’s attention was completely snapped away from Spank’s assets as the announcement boomed. “Hells-spawned Imps,” he cursed. He hadn’t had a chance to really go anywhere, so thankfully his bag was still at his feet. He scooped it up, slid the strap over his shoulder, and dropped his pads into coat pockets. He looked at the ship, spun on his heel for a moment, and ran to one of the pallets of spare parts. “Um… this looks important.” He yanked a case off, gripped it tightly, and headed for the boarding ramp. “I thought we all agreed not to invite them again!” he yelled to anyone in earshot as he hefted the case of parts. He was glad the ship was nearby. This damn box was heavier than it looked.<br/><br/>Dropping the box and his bag just up the ramp, Lur ran for his Z-95. Damn Imps.