<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/0c/91/5c/0c915c2e48f93b6954956c6d650741b2.jpg)</div>Neesarozul (https://swsheets.com/c/uxee8qbvn-neesarozul)<br/><br/><strong>Wound:</strong>0/12  -<strong>Strain:</strong>0/12  -<strong>Soak:</strong>3  -<strong>Morality:</strong>50  -<strong>Conflict:</strong>0 -<strong>Destiny:</strong>3 dark 4 light<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hangar<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>all<br/><strong>Action:</strong>Maneuver - Move away from attacker.  Action - Look for supplies<br/><strong>Roll:</strong>2020-08-27 01:25:44   2 Ability, 1 Proficiency, 3 Difficulty, 1 Boost   1 success<br/><hr/><br/>Neesa rubbed at her wrists when the shackles were released.  Freedom again, but for how long was always the question.  Maybe one day she would not need to think of her life in small increments of doing as she wished.  She heard the doors slammed open before she saw the red eyed beast trying to get to them.  Momentarily she froze in abject terror at the creature’s designs and ferocity but a shout from the one that freed her chains also set loose her mind.  Neesa gave an absent nod before scrambling away to find the supplies the slavers stole.<br/><br/>Hands were shaking while she rushed from one place to another looking for anything that resembled their own items.  Frantically she pushed aside other items and stacks carelessly letting them scatter on the floor until she finally cried out.<br/><br/>“Found them!”<br/><br/>But she really hadn’t found what she wanted.  A scream of frustration sounded from her mouth when she realized her own lightsaber was missing.  The brutes had probably taken it thinking this belonged to the Jedi woman.  Angrily she tossed a can against the floor and then kicked the can across the floor.  She would have to wait for the security of the weapon.<br/><br/>