<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, Canyon<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>The Party<br/><strong>Defense:</strong>0/0<strong>Soak:</strong>1<strong>Wounds:</strong>0<strong>Strain:</strong>4<br/><strong>Injuries:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>At 2017-08-30 23:21:09, Angiejuusan (uid: 37215) rolls: 3d8 Result: 16 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=106711)<br/>(Got 2 Advantage and only 1 success, so, only 1 strain reduced)<br/><br/>She slowly lowered her blaster, her companions shooting and crying out in pain her only knowledge that there were enemies behind them. Turning, she caught a glimpse of the man retreating. She almost tried firing off a shot, before her stomach suddenly twisted in pain, making her drop to her hands and knees. Her allies had taken worse wounds, yet here she was, unable to stand after her first real fight.<br/><br/>Slowly, she managed to compose herself, but she was still reeling from the stress of the fight. She slowly pushed herself up, stumbling over to her companions and rooting around in her backpack for the med-scanner she had. "I have a medkit in my pack. Anybody hurt really bad?" She asked, starting up the scanner and checking Miria first-she was holding her arm and seemed to be the most wounded.