<div class="floatright">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/starwars/images/9/95/TwilekNEGAS.png/revision/latest?cb=20150523023715)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Tina/Tiz'noga<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Unknown Planet, Canyon<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>The Party<br/><strong>Defense:</strong>0/0<strong>Soak:</strong>1<strong>Wounds:</strong>0<strong>Strain:</strong>4<br/><strong>Injuries:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Well, the woman was very beautiful, that was true. But her thoughts were distracted, by the roaring engine coming behind them and the knowledge that everyone here was in no real shape for a fight. Sure, Septimus was shrugging it off like a champ, but the mental strain was enough to weaken anyone. However, an idea struck her.<br/><br/>"Ma'am, the blaster on your hip speaks to some fighting experience. The men coming after us are slavers, I will expend no effort in dressing them up as anything less then they are. They seek to capture, though they are not above opening fire on anyone that won't come quietly, as in all of us. So we have two options. One, we can get out of here and continue up to the station we were planning to go to, or..." A smirk came across her lips. "We can beat them to the punch."<br/><br/>"Ambush them. Do to them what they tried to do to us earlier. Their weapons hurt, but we saw the condition their blasters are in, it's amazing they didn't explode in their faces. However, I accept that this idea does have some level of flaws. We are not exactly in a condition to be fighting a protracted battle. That said, standing and fighting may allow us to move with less worry. Slavers are cowards. Present an image of being difficult to capture, and they may just leave us alone."<br/><br/>"Whichever option we choose, we should still get moving. We're sitting ducks without a big rock to hide behind!" She said, already getting herself moving in the vague direction of the station they had seen on the way down.