<strong>Name:</strong>Dala Jurin<br/><br/>Morality: 50<br/>Wounds: 0/13 - Strain: 0/13 - Soak: 2 - Defense: 2m/2r<br/>Other:<br/><br/>Location: Moving to the Escape Ship<br/>Content:<br/>Time: Unknown<br/>Tag:<br/>Destiny: 3  Dark 4 Light<br/><br/>Roll result: None<br/><hr/><br/><br/>"Let us see to business.  I'd hate to see how a ship like this sinks from the inside."  Dala follows along with a bit of a spring in her step.  The nearly giant Twi'lek must be one hell of a sight, smiling and walking with perfect poise while dressed in black.  For all of the tons of dung holding down the bad end of the scale, a few pounds of good fortune had fallen on the other side.  Maybe if things kept going well, she'd actually have enough credits left to buy a few drinks for the trooper...<br/><br/>Though if this much good luck was to be balanced, surely her credit chit would be swiped on the way to the cantina.