<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/>So much for a clean environment. At this point, Tiz'noga had seen enough sand to last a lifetime and had just about had it with how little this planet actually offered. She futilely kicked the sand dune that was spilling out of the tower, frustrated beyond words-which explained the growling sounds coming out of her. "Who the fuck lives here? How does this planet function?!" She shouted. "Is this place nothing but wind and sand? Where the hell does their food come from? Why do the slavers live or even operate on this forsaken hell hole of a shit heap! Are we all dead and this is just what we're seeing after death?!"<br/><br/>If there was anything to be seen, she was missing it in her fury. She was too busy literally kicking sand to care at this point. From the beginning, nothing had gone properly, except maybe for blasting off from Ord Mantell, at least that was relatively painless. And fighting the initial slavers, that had gone well. But if they actually FOUND anything of use in this tower, she'd consider it a miracle from on high.