<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/SrFJtt1.jpg)</div>Jolyn Suli (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2271264)<br/><br/><strong>Wound:</strong>0/12  -<strong>Strain:</strong>2/12  -<strong>Soak:</strong>3  -<strong>Morality:</strong>50  -<strong>Conflict:</strong>2 -<strong>Destiny:</strong>3 dark 4 light<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hangar<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>all<br/><strong>Action:</strong><br/><strong>Roll:</strong><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>"simple, let them pass us" Jolyn said, ducking into the crate and ushering the others to follow her. She wasn't one for overly complicated plans. The more moving parts the more likely that one of them would get jammed, "They're not going to be searching through the cargo in the middle of a raid. We just let them push deeper into the ship and slip out behind them. The slavers will keep them occupied long enough for us to do what we need to do" she explained closing the crate doors, plunging them into the dark. As she waited for the troopers to breach Jolyn switched to the life scanner on her helmet's hud, "8 targets behind the wall, preparing to breach...best to let them by" she reported calmly. Even without the plan those weren't good odds for their group's combat ability.