<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/A3sqKMz.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Miria Lannik<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Ord Mantell, Tenxi, Spaceport Pad 29<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><br/><strong>Defense:</strong>0/0<strong>Soak:</strong>3<strong>Wounds:</strong>0<strong>Strain:</strong>0<br/><strong>Injuries:</strong>-<br/><hr/><br/>Miria held the cheap cup of ale, and grimaced. The drink was easily worse than even the foul stuff they brewed on Kantiss, but she needed something to distract her. Three times, she had used her credentials without any problems, but when she tried to rent an arc welder for a repair job, the clerk had come back to tell her there was 'a problem.'<br/><br/>She couldn't stick around now that the Empire knew where she was. She kicked her stuffed backpack, cursing herself yet again for getting greedy over the rebreathers. She needed to stay calm. She needed a plan. She looked around the shaded area, trying to seem casual.<em>What does a pilot look like?</em>There seemed to be a couple obvious candidates, with their leather jackets, and nonchalant air of pride. She did notice a rather pretty Twi'lek woman, who didn't seem to stick out for any other reason, but just... seemed likely. She also caught an intense-looking man looking her way, and made an effort not to be caught looking his way.<em>Is he police?</em><br/><br/>She scanned back the other way, wincing as she took another sip of the ale. She tried to keep the man in the corner of her eye, but lost him quickly in the shuffle of the crowd in the background. She started to look back, then jumped as she realized that the man had walked over to her table. He said something, and gestured, but she couldn't understand him; it was as if everything was momentarily blurred and muffled. She jumped and followed him into a crouch as he grabbed her arm, watching with wide eyes as he tipped the nearby table over. "What-" she started to ask, before a blaster bolt smashed into the cheap table.<br/><br/>She scrambled back to her backpack, yanking it along for a moment before slinging it back over her shoulders. Peeking over the table, she could see the crowd outside screaming and running from the center of all the people, and a growing space showing the lines of protestors and green soldiers. She ducked back down, and checked over her shoulder, but the guards at the entrances to the spaceports were already closing things off.<br/><br/>The next few moments were a blur of frantic running, stopping, starting, and crouching. She tried her luck running asking a crewmember from one of the ships for help, but he slammed the ship's airlock in her face. She finally found herself crouched behind a small crate, beneath the front end of a YT-1000 that was rapidly getting ready to depart. Directly across the way sat an old G-9, the hatch actually sitting open still. She'd torn half of one of these apart, back home, knew the thing inside and out; if that wasn't a sign, what was?<br/><br/>She cast a glance around, to see if anybody was nearby. Surprisingly, not far from her own spot were the Twi'lek and the Human from the cantina. "Look," she called, pointing toward the open hatch. "We can hide in there! If one of you can fly it, I can keep it in the air a bit longer!"<br/><br/>Really? She was actually thinking about possibly stealing somebody's starship? A fresh burst of blaster-fire, somewhere not too far away, sent a fresh current of fear running up her spine, and she jumped forward at the cold shock of adrenaline it sent, sprinting for the hatch with everything she had. The two strangers could follow her or not, inside was better than out there, where she might be caught, or worse, shot.