<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/77/00/6c/77006c801d8ffa0356acf74b0b007aae.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Lur Galvan<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Inside a Headhunter<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone<br/><strong>Mentioned:</strong>No one specific<br/><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:Taking off, Vectoring In<br/><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong>Just Language<br/><br/>The warning kept coming in, and none of it was good. The Imps were coming, and in big numbers. They were sending up a few fighters against superior numbers of TIEs, not to mention capital ships. There was fighting the good fight and there was throwing yourself into a fire, but this was what he’d signed up for. Banking hard, he accepted the new orders and accelerated. “Gold Four, on approach. Weapons hot.” The only good thing about the ridiculous numbers arrayed against them was that it was a target-rich environment. He’d get a lot more kills on his record, no matter this went down.<br/>