<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/A3sqKMz.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Miria Lannik<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Unknown Planet, Tower<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><br/><strong>Defense:</strong><strong>Soak:</strong>3<strong>Wounds:</strong>0<strong>Strain:</strong>0<br/><strong>Injuries:</strong>Agonizing Wound (Average Severity)<br/><hr/><br/>The state of the room was encouraging, a higher vantage point afforded a better view, so if this room was still such a mess, it was possible nobody had been using it.<br/><br/>She looked out the window to see what Tina had mentioned as she settled against a nearby console. "It wasn't fatal, so we had more important things to do." She pulled her coat off awkwardly, her left arm still stiff and sore, grateful for any help Tina might offer. She hesitated for a brief moment after that, before reaching for the zipper on her jumpsuit. She unzipped it to her waist, then carefully slid her shoulders free, then her right arm, then (very carefully) her left. A simple black athletic bra stood out in stark contrast to her pale skin.  Her left shoulder was an angry burn, and she flinched every time a piece of her clothing brushed against it.<br/><br/>To distract herself, she focused on the view outside, as best she could. "That one in the dune is a Z-95, I'd have to get closer to give you more details than that; there's about a hundred different variants. That means mid-Clone Wars, at the earliest. But the thing is only a 1-seater usually, sometimes a 2-seater. And several models don't have hyperdrives, or don't have navicomputers. And, uh... it's buried in a dune."<br/><br/>She gave the view another shot, looking at the debris field this time, while she could. "The debris field though, sometimes there's some really good things in there. We might be able to scavenge up the parts we need there. But it looks like something might be moving down there, and I think I might have seen some tracks leading to the hangar, so we might not have the time to scavenge."