<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/0c/91/5c/0c915c2e48f93b6954956c6d650741b2.jpg)</div>Neesarozul (https://swsheets.com/c/uxee8qbvn-neesarozul)<br/><br/><strong>Wound:</strong>0/12  -<strong>Strain:</strong>0/12  -<strong>Soak:</strong>3  -<strong>Morality:</strong>50  -<strong>Conflict:</strong>0 -<strong>Destiny:</strong>4 dark 3 light<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hangar<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>all<br/><strong>Action:</strong>Maneuver - Move closer.  Action - Assist next attacker.<br/><strong>Roll - None<br/></strong><hr/><br/><br/>“Sounds like we should handle that gunner then and look for more suits on the way.”<br/><br/>Neesa handed the suit she had taken from the gamorrean over to the member of their group that seemed more interested in piloting the craft.  When the task of piloting came to mind there was little to nothing she could do and so being on the ship by herself was next to useless.<br/><br/>“Do you need to go out there and prep the ship or anything while we handle this?”<br/>