<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/xFXhesG.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>Stealing lightsaber from guard, cutting chains and shackles<br/><strong>Roll:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>As all the other prisoners struggled to get their barrings and make sense of the situation, one of them sat stark still in a meditative pose. Well, as meditative as one could position themselves in considering the chains. The tan, ash haired woman had not said a word the entire time, from her capture to their arrival in the loading bay. Even as they tumbled around she kept calm and silent, even as she was evaluated and priced she kept calm and silent, and when the Toydarian ordered her to be delivered to her quarters she mere stared at him, unblinking, unflinching, as if studying his face, or perhaps memorizing it.<br/><br/>"The chains seem to suggest otherwise" Jolyn finally spoke in response to the Lepi's insistence that he wasn't a slave, a frankly meaningless statement when one was bound in the custody of slavers. Her eyes flicked between her fellow prisoners, having paid close attention to the assessments that had been made about them to try and gleam as much as she could. She seemed particularly interested in the Mirialan girl, the one with a light saber. She looked young, far too young to have been a formally trained Jedi from before the purge. There were several possible places she could have gotten that saber from, but she had a feeling she hadn't merely picked it up from a black market sale.<br/><br/>Though eventually her gaze would focus back on the slavers as they hurried to take their leave. When the green haired girl asked if she had any escape training Jolyn would shift so that her back was facing the slavers, closing her eyes and waiting for the precise moment when they stepped past the hangar door, "As a matter of fact..." she said, and then her palm twitched. She had intended to try to be precise and delicate with her action, but there had been a simmering anger and frustration, mostly at herself, that she had been holding down since she had been captured. In that moment that emotion briefly surfaced, and it caused her to pull too hard on the saber. Suddenly the lightsaber would fly out of the slaver's pocket a split second before the hangar door finished closing, the saber whizzing across the hanger and into her hand seemingly in the blink of an eye.<br/><br/>As the saber settled in her hand Jolyn was suddenly hit with a wave of nostalgia and conflicting emotions, but she stuffed them down just as quickly. The time it would take for the guard to notice what had happened and open the hangar door back up wouldn't be long, but she would take advantage of it none the less. Lining the emitter of the lighter saber against her shackles she pressed the button, causing the saber to spring to life with a searing hiss at it melted through the metal bindings like butter. She didn't waste any time as she sliced through her chains and sprang to her feet. She turned to her fellow prisoners, knowing it would be better to have the extra back up/distraction than simply trying to run off on her own. She prioritized those who were physically larger and stronger, those who could better fight without weapons, as they had little other choice in the matter.<br/><br/>Ignoring the Trandoshan's thrashing and grunts, and pointedly not answering his request for their names, Jolyn would slash at him, managing to cleave through his shackles without actually hurting the man, "Fight" she said, just as simply as the man himself spoke, nodding her head over her shoulder towards the door that the slavers would no doubt soon come storming back through. She then turned to the others and did the same, slashing through their chains and shackles. When she finished she would toss the lightsaber to the Mirialan, figuring she would probably know how to use it, and because she frankly didn't want to hold onto the Jedi weapon herself.<br/><br/>Order of freeing: Tartis, Har-Vey, Laeli, Haykriss, Neesarozul