<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/0c/91/5c/0c915c2e48f93b6954956c6d650741b2.jpg)</div>Neesarozul (https://swsheets.com/c/uxee8qbvn-neesarozul)<br/><br/><strong>Wound:</strong>0/12  -<strong>Strain:</strong>0/12  -<strong>Soak:</strong>3  -<strong>Morality:</strong>50  -<strong>Conflict:</strong>0 -<strong>Destiny:</strong>3 dark 4 light<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hangar<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>all<br/><strong>Action:</strong>Maneuver - Move closer.  Action - Assist next attacker.<br/><strong>Roll - None<br/></strong><hr/><br/><br/>The lightsaber glowed in the darkness.  Neesa couldn’t help but feel a bit of envy that the woman had her weapon but she had not found hers.  Still there was nothing to be done for that now.  Instead she moved away from the woman while she was getting her jacket on and her blaster ready.  There was nothing else she could do here now.  Rushing toward the Gammorrean she grasped at a bit of trash or rubble in her path to throw at the creature.  A loud shout left her mouth as she tried desperately to distract the creature for even a moment so that someone might be able to make that killing blow.