<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>Ord Mantell, Tenxi, Spaceport Pad 29, Taking Off<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>The Party<br/><strong>Defense:</strong>0/0<strong>Soak:</strong>1<strong>Wounds:</strong>0<strong>Strain:</strong>0<br/><strong>Injuries:</strong>-<br/><hr/><br/>"You call being shot at luck? You've got a strange definition of it." A few times her hands moved too quickly, skipping over a button, but these were quickly corrected. Deep breath. You've done this before. And it was pretty easy the first time. There didn't feel like there was much too it, just various buttons and the cold emptiness of space that was strangely forgiving, as long as you weren't too close to anything solid. Once you hit a button, you knew what it did.<br/><br/>She was vaguely aware of the woman working with the diagnostics. "Seeing as you're not yelling at me to stop my ascent, I'm guessing the ship's fine." She was showing how green she was-a lot of the vocabulary one might expect on a pilot wasn't in her vernacular. Still, it was her natural comfort behind the wheel that marked her as a pilot, though.<br/><br/>"Probably better to let you plot, I got to Ord by literally just pointing in a direction and going. We'll find a place we can set down and work on this thing, I guess. We know what needs to be done to fix this thing up." She lazily gestured around.<br/><br/>Once the ship was free of atmo, she sat up from the controls, but didn't relax just yet. "Alright. We're clear." That was when she took a move that might seem a bit strange to her temporary allies, but made perfect sense to her. She stood up, drawing her blaster and spinning around as she did so, and pointed it squarely at the others in the ship. However, her finger was off the trigger, clearly showing to anyone trained that she didn't intend to shoot-yet.<br/><br/>"Now listen up. If<em>either</em>of you are on Lord Harrow's payroll, say it now. I'll find a nice corner of the planet we just left to put you down on and I won't shoot you. If you lie to me about it...let's not go there." She really didn't want to fire this thing. She'd already killed one person. "If you are on Harrow's payroll and you think you're taking me back..." It wouldn't be too hard to connect the dots. She was a Twi'lek, a word synonymous with slavery in the galaxy. She mentioned a lord of some kind. If she was willing to turn a blaster on complete strangers on the off chance they worked for this mysterious individual, just imagine what he must have done while she was under his captivity.