<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/>Jolyn's eyes widen slightly as the sights pan over onto the Imperial raider ship, "Damn" she cursed, realizing their situation just got a lot more dire. Turning on her heel she bolted out the room and back towards the hangar as fast as she could, sprinting through the door and skidding to a stop in front of the others, "It's not the New Republic, they're Imperial Raiders. We need to move fast" she said. The chances of them being boarded instead of blasted out of space had just dramatically drop, and even if the Imperials did decide to board them they would come in blasting indiscriminately. They'd be gunned down without a second thought, "what's the update on the plan? whatever it is we need to get on with it now. They've got multiple fighters and this ship's down a gunner"