Name: Laeli (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2273194)<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/vvpMbdC.png)</div><br/>Location: In some shitty ship<br/>Time: Who knows<br/>Tagging: everyone<br/>Wounds 17/17, Strain 14/14 Defense 0, Soak 2 Morality 50, Destiny 4 Dark 3 Light<br/>Other: Gonna McGuyver this shit<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Laeli swore as she stumbled over the box. She didn't have time to check on its occupant as the next sequence of events happened so quickly. As she stood, she saw Thuddog get cut down by blaster fire, his charred corpse falling to the ground. The light of the boarding ship was blinding, and her helmet auto adjusting as much as it could. She blinked as the apparent leader of the group approached her, hand in the robe resting around her lightsaber.<br/><br/><strong>"Before any of that.... I'd like to see some identification please."</strong>Laeli said, not trusting them in the least bit.