<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>Escape maybe?<br/><hr/><br/><br/>“Think I got something for us.  What about that?”<br/><br/>Neesa points out of the window toward the ship.  Already she is playing out the scenario in her mind with the hopes that freedom may just be more than a fleeting notion.<br/><br/>“If we could get that flying maybe we could just drift like its some damaged junk and then fly out once the battle is over.  Thing already looks a bit worse for wear doesn’t it?”<br/>