<div class="floatright">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/starwars/images/9/95/TwilekNEGAS.png/revision/latest?cb=20150523023715)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Tina/Tiz'noga<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Unknown Planet, Tower<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>The Party<br/><strong>Defense:</strong>0/0<strong>Soak:</strong>1<strong>Wounds:</strong>0/11<strong>Strain:</strong>14/14<br/><strong>Injuries:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>There would be many blaster shots. Miria already knew that Tina had some issues with slavery, she had already admitted to once being owned. Was it perhaps too brutal to kill men who were unconscious? Perhaps, but they had had the chance to defend themselves, and more importantly, to surrender. They had failed to defend themselves and hadn't thrown them on her mercy. She might have been willing to show mercy.<br/><br/>Miria asked about keeping one alive. She paused as she leveled her carbine at the last one. "You're right." She said, unknown if she was heard over the cutter. She went to work unloading the carbines and stacking them in a corner. The last one would be sparred, and as she thought about it, she liked the idea. One to tell the rest the tale of two woman who could take on half a dozen men and win. And that was with pistols. Now they had bigger weapons, generously donated from their previous targets. "You any good with these carbines?" She asked, as she looked to see if she could swipe any armor. Bolts on exposed skin sucked.