<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>Unknown Planet, Tower<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>The Party<br/><strong>Defense:</strong>0/0<strong>Soak:</strong>1<strong>Wounds:</strong>0<strong>Strain:</strong>4<br/><strong>Injuries:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>"Sorry. It's just..it's frustrating that nothing at all seems to be working."<em>And it's all my fault...</em>She thought to herself. She was part of the reason the ship was stranded on here. If she had been a better pilot...But Miria's words seemed to hit a chord with Tina. A good one, that is. "You're right. They have to have some way of selling off their slaves. Or at least, taking them to some part of the planet that isn't covered by wind or something-there's gotta be something."<br/><br/>She shook her head when it came to uniforms. "Let's go up just a bit higher, where the sand doesn't reach. Then I can work on your arm without any worry of sand getting in it. Is he actually..." She stuck her head into the room with the body. "Huh. He's actually mummified...so that means he would have been here for decades, right? So it's gotta be really old...which tells me, either the people we've been dealing with came here long ago and grabbed everything they thought was useable, or they've never come in here. Either way...we're safe from the outside, but there might still be stuff in here..." She took a glowrod of her own out of her pack and used it to illuminate the stairwell, keeping an eye for anyone who might be coming down-or up.