<br/><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>maneuver: grab disruptor rifle    Action: shoot at gammorean<br/><strong>Roll:</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">attack</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.imgur.com/2I3pIrX.png)</div></div>3 successes, 1 triumph, 1 threat.<br/>13 damage, laser sight generates 1 automatic advantage+triumph= critical hit (viscous 5: +50 on crit roll)<br/><hr/><br/>Jolyn's eye constantly darted back towards the ensuing brawl as she helped Neesa find their gear. When the dexterous twi'lek announced her discovery Jolyn was quick to spot her own gear amongst the pile, "good" she mused, a small smirk actually cracking on her face. She ignored the bulk of her equipment, however, in favor of grabbing her trusty weapon, a disruptor rifle of horrific power, "Stand back!" she called out, as a form of curtsy, the only warning those closest to the gammorean would get. Dropping to one knee and propping her arm against it as an impromptu tripod, Jolyn quickly took aim, took a deep breath to steady herself, and smoothly squeezed the trigger.<br/><br/>