<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/>The discovery over at the air lock drew Haykriss' attention away from the darkness of the corridor, and the Imperial's gesture. Instead, she headed over to it as well, putting her face near the transparisteel to look around as much as possible. "A Starlight. It would be cramped, but we could fit. She's got running lights, has power at least. Harv is right," she didn't even attempt to replicate his pronunciation, accepting his suggested alternative, "we'd need suits. And then decide if we want to try making it while in combat, or wait until this is resolved."<br/><br/>"Look, ion fire," she said as the azure blasts stung her eyes. "The attackers are trying to disable the freighter. I say we wait for them to either disable the ship and lower their guard, or for the slavers to escape, then make our break. After we find suits." With the attackers looking to disable the ship, rather than destroy it entirely, one source of stress was relieved. Hopefully that held out once the freighter was disabled and incapable of fighting back against the other ships.<br/><br/>For now though, she turned back away from the port, looking around the cargo bay for any signs of suits aside from the Gamorrean's.