<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/bwelbD2.png)</div>Name: Haykriss Sokorra (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2273707)<br/>Location:<em>Fate's Fortune:</em>Cargo Hold<br/>Time: Unknown<br/>Tagging: Everyone<br/><hr/><br/>For a moment, when gravity dropped away, Haykriss' heart soared as high as her stomach. Zero G always reminded her of flying, ever since her first time in the flight simulator. But this wasn't flying, and sooner or later, they were going to drop. She hauled on the chains binding her, pulling them tighter, and dragging her back to the surface they were seated on just in time, as the floor reasserted itself with some force. She winced as her knees knocked against the ground, and bright light temporarily blinded them all.<br/><br/>It was another momentary relief to see that their captors weren't Sith, but any hope they might be any better was dashed as soon as the Toydarian started talking. There<em>was</em>a bounty on her. She had hoped that some of the military might have held out, purged records, something, anything, but the surrender had been real. Her squadron had been one of the few to refuse. She hadn't ever heard of a Sith pain harness before, but her mind wasn't having any trouble conjuring up some ideas for her now.<br/><br/><em>I should have just turned back around and gone down fighting.</em>As if the battered old X-wing would have been capable of doing any combat maneuvers by that point.<br/><br/>She wasn't sure what these class numbers were, but figured it had to be some sort of slaver jargon, and the Toydarian's orders for the others didn't leave much question what kind of fate awaited them. She breathed out a sigh of relief when they left, and started to look around the hold. She didn't know how professional this crew was, maybe they left something that the group could use to get free. Somehow. From their position here, chained on their knees.<br/><br/>She didn't speak up to introduce herself, but turned to look at the Twi'lek to her right when she mentioned Jedi. She was one of<em>those</em>types, then. The New Republic representatives had been full of them too, the ones who believed in the old Knight-Generals of the Republic; some of them even claimed that the Jedi could do magic. Fairy tales for the people from the Core Worlds, as far as she was concerned.<br/><br/><em>Old Guardians watch over us all.</em><br/><br/>"What about you, Imp?" she asked the older Human chained to her left. Her accent was a little rough, Basic was not her native tongue, and it showed. It aimed for Galactic Core, but buzzed and burbled alongside it. Haykriss didn't have any spare love for Imperials, but this one was chained up alongside them all, and nobody, not even an Imperial,<em>not even a Sith,</em>should be left to scum like this. "Did they give you any escape training?"<br/><br/>She pulled on her own chains, but as far as she could tell, she had been chained up competently. Her binders were tight enough that her wrists couldn't simply slip through, and she couldn't seem to unloop any of the chains to get extra range.