<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8f/8c3613edc2efe7d94aeb43f234ff3d0988a626ff_hq.jpg)</div><strong>Teslo Ran</strong>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2303053)<br/><br/><strong>Hit Points :</strong>74 / 74<br/><strong>Condition :</strong>0 (Healthy)<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Defenses</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Reflex :</strong> 21 (Flat Footed 20)<br/><strong>Fortitude :</strong> 20<br/><strong>Will :</strong> 16<br/></div></div><br/><strong>Noteworthy Features :</strong>Chocolate brown cloak with the hood down revealing a bald head, tan head, black horns, and zabrack traditional tattoos.  Young features, haunted eyes, full lips.  The cloak is fine and clean, with epulettes exaggerating the shoulders.  The broche is a copper and gold university seal.  Plain brown duffel bag.<br/><strong>Tag :</strong>For the kittens!<br/><hr/><br/>Teslo nodded.  "The junk is pretty loose around here, but I think she deserves a cairn.  I'd like people with armor--or at least knee pads--to help me build it, okay?  The rest of you keep the kittens calm and sort out what we need to do to get to the star port."<br/><br/>He started through the rubble. "I'm Teslo.  We could use some formal introductions here, I think.   I was studying computer programming at uni before the troubles in the galaxy heated up. I've...  Learned my way around military matters since.  The world is pretty tense right now.  I think we should all be willing to respect it if there's stuff people are hesitant to talk about, but we should know what to call each other."<br/><br/>He moved through the loose rubble, occasional dropping to one armored knee, but gathered solid pieces to cover the mother feline.<br/>