<div class="floatright">(http://cdn.obsidianportal.com/assets/208601/Shala_shiri.png)</div><br/><strong>Neela</strong>coughed at the floor, on her fours. She tried to remember what have happened to her, and whe the frag is she? Did<strong>Moff Ragels</strong>men got her? Who were those men? She was no slave, but those arend her, sure looked like fitting the bill. Trandosans, known for their love of Scorekeeping and bloodshed... Blue nearhuman, with some twisted in her eyes..<br/><br/>Something the reptile yelled, was sounding familiar to<strong><em> High Imperial</em></strong>, but its forged tongue made it sound.. .helarious, to but it lightly, but the situation was anything but.<strong>Neela</strong>raised and scanned her surroundings for anything, weapons, armors, items of anykind. Not that she knew anything about wielding anything as weapon, but<strong>Trandosan</strong>would.<br/><br/>Speaking with high imperial,<strong>Neela</strong>answered to the reptileman.<strong> "Do you know where we are? Or Who those are?"</strong>she pointed toward the men wearing medical coveralls.