Name: Laeli (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2273194)<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/vvpMbdC.png)</div>Location: In some shitty crate<br/>Time: Who knows<br/>Tagging: The other unfortunate soon to be slaves<br/>Wounds 17/17, Strain 14/14 Defense 0, Soak 2 Morality 50, Destiny 3 Dark 4 Light<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Before any of them could do anything further, the gammoreans returned. The ship shook, lights went out, sparks began flying. Yeah, that was about how well her luck was going these days.<br/><br/>Laeli sighed, her arm coming out and the lightsaber igniting with a<em>snap-hiss</em>, adding it's blue glow to the red of the emergency lights. "See, this is why I don't lie. Because when I lie, the Force has a habit of screwing me. Everyone, find something to fight with. I'll do my best to hold them off...... really wish I had my armor now." Sure, she wasn't the most intimidating person. The guards were about twice her height and probably five times her weight. Sure, no one else had a weapon. And she had never actually been in a real fight using her lightsaber before, everything before was just lots of training drills. And she had taken that whole personal vow to never take a life before that she really didn't want to break. And.... Maybe stepping to the front wasn't the best of ideas.