<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, Cargo Container<br/>Time: Unknown<br/>Tagging: Everyone<br/><hr/><br/>"Vehrtaka?" Haykriss mumbled as the stormtroopers breached the cargo bay. These were not like the Imperial remnants she was familiar with, the dregs and fanatics stumbling about, asking for orders every few meters. This crew acted more like the boarding parties that the Sokorra System Defense Force deployed against pirates, motivated, coordinated professionals. They didn't simply move through the cargo bay and onward, like the group had hoped, and Haykriss felt a knot form in the pit of her stomach as they spotted the Mirialan.<em>This does not look good at all.</em><br/><br/>She blinked in surprise as the trooper took off his helmet.<em>Who in the Old Realm are these people?</em>she thought. The Empire didn't allow non-Humans into their ranks, they'd hardly tolerated the 'impure' Sokorrans on their own homeworld, and nobody even knew how genetically distinct they were from mainline Humanity. They were too coordinated to be a group of pirates or gangsters, surely, and such a group would find it nigh impossible to keep a ship like theirs operating in good condition.<br/><br/>She watched the trooper in front of the Mirialan carefully for any sign of hostility, and waited to see what they would do next.