<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/>Haykriss watched the strange Imperials carefully, but they didn't seem overly concerned by her late appearance or her weapon. Seeing that they didn't appear to be interested in keeping her at blasterpoint until the ship was secured, she relaxed her posture and lowered her arms slowly, in case they suddenly changed their mind.<br/><br/>Closer now, she could see that not only was one of the troopers a Twi'lek, the Human had odd coloring on his face. In the red emergency lights she couldn't tell quite what it was, but assuming it wasn't makeup or paint, he wasn't likely pure-Human either.<em>An isolated Imperial outpost, forced to recruit from the locals just to keep running? Hopped-up underworld boss with access to Imperial gear?</em>Whatever they were, she'd prefer to find out later, further away from them.<br/><br/>The Twi'lek trooper was kneeling in front of the other, much taller Twi'lek, the one who'd been locked away by the slavers, looking embarrassed to be holding a cylinder of suggestive proportions over a box of her belongings. She looked angry and embarrassed that it had been noticed, and Haykriss instinctively averted her eyes from the supposed-vibrator as the other woman grabbed it.<br/><br/>She was surprised to hear the Imperial woman say that there were still slavers remaining alive. Were the Imperials taking prisoners, or had they simply not finished clearing the ship? For that matter, they weren't securing everybody else either. Were they being sloppy, or just supremely confident that there was no possible way the former prisoners could cause them any problems (and if that was the case, was there a reason such confidence was warranted)? Whatever the case was, they were successful enough that the Mirialan had heard of one of them before.<br/><br/>As Haykriss waited to see what the troopers' reaction to the Imperial woman's words would be, she noticed the Twi'lek woman was holding the item that the trooper had handed her still. Not holding it like a woman who'd just been awkwardly handed her vibrator in front of a bunch of strangers, but like a woman holding a tool she might need shortly. That creeping feeling of dread started to crawl up the back of her mind again.