<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/7b/f3/f4/7bf3f4c6c5dd1eeac97b2479a01be5d5--once-upon-a-time-wip.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Seevu Krastal<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Emerging<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone<br/><strong>Defense:</strong><strong>Soak:</strong>2<strong>Wounds:</strong>0<strong>Strain:</strong>0<br/><strong>Injuries:</strong>None<br/><hr/><br/><br/>The exit was certainly not an ideal one but she could hardly make a complaint about freedom.  One hand kept a tight grasp on the blaster tucked inside her robes while the other reached forward to grasp the edge of the doorway.  While hardly a seasoned combatant, she would not allow herself to be caught completely unaware by this strange trio.  Lessons learned from the bickering of politicians and the rough hands of Imperial officers taught her that friends were never easily won or cheaply kept.  Still when the light caught on her features there was no malice or distrust apparent.<br/><br/>Instead the party would find themselves staring into the finely craft features of an exotic beauty.  The woman skin was distinctly feminine with sharp features that at one time seemed so firm but delicate to touch.  Nearly miniscule scales gave a smooth appearance to her flesh and almost a glistening appearance.  The ridges of her cheeks and jaw extended forward more than was typical, firmed by bone and hardened flesh.  Full lips curved into an easy smile while her eyes flashed with mirth and warmth toward them each.<br/><br/>A stumble was made as she emerged but even in that misstep she held the grace of some trained in the arts of motion and performance.  Black hair fell forward against her features and the heavy robes parted just a breath to show the tight bindings at her chest.  That velvety voice once more emerged from her throat. Eyes lifted from the trio of rescuers toward the sound of an approaching vehicle.<br/><br/>“Friends of yours?”<br/>