<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/bwelbD2.png)</div>Name: Haykriss Sokorra (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2273707)<br/>Location:<em>Fate's Fortune:</em>Cargo Hold<br/>Time: Unknown<br/>Tagging: Everyone<br/><hr/><br/>Whatever the situation was with these strange Imperials, one thing was certain: their hasty plan was shot now. Haykriss waited, watching for the right time to show herself without startling everyone and getting blasted. Once the Mirialan recognized one of the strangers, she figured that was likely to be the best opportunity she'd get. She took a careful breath in, raised her hands up away from her, level with her shoulders, and called out just loudly enough to reach the group in the middle of the bay. "Is it safe to come out now?"<br/><br/>She stepped slowly out from the shadows around the cargo crate she'd been concealed in, careful to avoid any sudden moves, especially with her right arm, conscious of the weight of her blaster against her hip. She cast a slow, cautious look toward the airlock, where that Starlight sat beyond. "Yes," she nodded, "if you could help us reach it, I can fly us out of here. Those who wanted to continue on with us, that is." Her back started to ache from the tension; she hadn't stood this still since basics training.