<div class="floatleft">(http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/274/7/3/red_twi__lek_by_iiriva-d5gfwgv.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Anya Idrall<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Lucky Magpie<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: Day 3, late afternoon<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Everyone<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Black headdress, front tied black top, black panties, single fingerless glove, flight suit with the top half unzipped and sleeves tied around the waist<br/><strong>Important Equipment:</strong>Utility belt with stuff, datapad, pistol in holster<br/><hr/><br/>Anya was more than glad to punch the controls for closing the ramp behind the imperials once they finally left. Shaking her head she returned to the crew and slumped down on the couch in the lounge.<br/>"These damn imps and their superior-than-thou attitude is exactly the reason I ran fringe trade for the last few years. At least they are too caught up in their own pro-human views to keep their hands to themselves."<br/>She brought out her datapad and issued command for a standard ship-wide diagnostic with a few swipes of her finger and looked up at the others again only after the progress bar started.<br/>"So, we deliver these crates outright? Or look around a bit first? What's the plan?"