<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/bwelbD2.png)</div>Name: Haykriss Sokorra (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2273707)<br/>Location:<em>Fate's Fortune:</em>Cargo Hold<br/>Time: Unknown<br/>Tagging: Everyone<br/><hr/><br/>Haykriss' jaw dropped as the lightsaber hurtled itself into Jolyn's hands. "How-" she began. Micro-repulsors, like in a remote? She jumped when the lightsaber ignited, having mistaken it for some kind of tool initially. A creeping sense of horror started to rise at the back of her mind, and she had to pull herself back to the moment as the Imperial turned to her next. She quickly held her hands out as far as she could, wincing slightly as the humming blade of light sliced through the bindings like they hadn't even been present.<br/><br/>Despite that, it didn't hurt. There didn't even seem to be any sort of force to it, one moment the bindings were there, the next they were warmer and broken, falling off her wrists easily. The rest of the chains didn't come off as easily, and as she struggled with them, the doors began to creak open, pried by axes. The sudden darkness, and return of emergency lighting, cast the whole scene as a horror holo from her adolescence, and she felt herself on the verge of panic as the damned chains finally came off.<br/><br/>She scrambled to her feet just in time, as Neesa called out her discovery of their items. She rushed over, fueled by adrenaline, and knocked aside a weathered leather jacket to snap up a heavy blaster pistol. The familiar service pistol settled easily into her palm, and she turned back around to face the fracas by the doorway just in time to watch the Gammorean slam Tartris to the ground with his axe.<br/><br/>"No!"<em>Dammit!</em>She'd taken too long!