<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:<br/><hr/><br/>The sudden activity of the assorted techs was enough to raise some concern, but the reaction of the tech Haykriss was talking to was much worse.<br/><br/>Her eyes flicked forward, where there was still no sign of the return of the troopers or the other escapees, then back to the hatch into the Imperial ship before she replied. "Not any longer, I am not." She looked around, and gave herself a quick visual check to make sure she had everything she had recovered; nothing seemed to be amiss. The dread she'd felt before about boarding that ship, about leaving herself entirely in their care with nothing around but the endless Void, faded in the face of being captured by the Sith. "I would join my fellow aboard your ship, if that is acceptable."<br/><br/>She headed at what she hoped was a dignified, but still quick, pace for the breached cargo doors, and the waiting Imperials beyond. The techs were all clearly in communication with their ship, so she expected that whoever was left to guard the ship would expect her and know where to send her. As she walked, she wondered if they would demand her blaster, and if they would take her to Har-Vey (and presumably the infirmary) or elsewhere. A look back over her shoulder at the ruined cargo stilled her anxieties for the moment, and she stepped up to the entrance the Imperials had made, taking in the breaching tunnel they had used to board, and the hatch at the far end.<br/><br/>She gave the guard a slow nod, and said "Hello. I was held on this ship, I've been told to come aboard yours now." Again, she kept her hands raised about shoulder height, and waited to see how the trooper would respond.