<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 followed Har-Vey's instructions competently, and with the help of the small medical droid, they had Tatris sewn shut in next to no time. Which was just as well, considering the conflict brewing just behind them. She tensed up as things seemed about to burst, with the Twi'lek stepping between the Imperial and the downed Gamorrean, and the twitch of the vibroblade toward her, but then it was all over, and the older woman left the hold in a billow of cloak.<br/><br/>With the immediate emergencies dealt with, she returned to the stash of their gear. She dug through the items again, pulling out pieces here and there, and slinging them onto various straps on her flight suit. Finally she slipped on a weathered nerf-hide jacket, shiny spots on the shoulders, back, and above the right breast evidence of recently removed patches.<br/><br/>"Imperial savages," she said as she returned to the group, shaking her head. She glanced at Har-Vey's offered hand, but didn't seem to know what to make of it, instead offering a bow along with her introduction. "Haykriss Sokorra."<br/><br/>She cast a glance toward the exit that they slavers and now the Imperial had gone through. What had drawn the slavers away in the first place, and caused the shuddering and emergency lights? How long would the crew be distracted before they noticed the Gamorreans were missing? For that matter, if the ship was under attack, how long would it last?<br/><br/>"Not to side with the Imperial, but how long do you think we have before others come looking for us? Or them, more likely? We shouldn't linger too long. If your discomfort was with the savagery of her means, I can do the task with my blaster; it would be instantly fatal. They are slavers,<em>Sokorra Ganor</em>, Enemy of all Clans. Anyone may fight against them, their only respite is to surrender and plea the courts." Her tone was gentle, despite the words, and she didn't make any move toward her blaster.<br/><br/>"It seems like this ship might be under attack, as well," she said, gesturing toward the thin haze of smoke at the ceiling and the red lighting. "We are not out of danger yet, it would be best to proceed as quickly as we can. If we can gain the cockpit, or find another ship onboard, I am a pilot, I can fly for us."