[h1][color=pink][center]Iela[/center][/color][/h1]

The tattooed blue Twi'lek sat silent inside of the transport, intensely upset by her current predicament, the emotions could be seen on her face by the other passengers. Such an expression might have been the reason why none of the fools she was forced alongside of had tried hitting on her. That was something Ielasdiko was actually not upset about, though overall, her current predicament was beyond bad.

She hated the Imperials, they pushed around her own species, abused nonhumans at every chance they got. They were only second to hutts as far as groups she didn't want to be a bound captive of were concerned. Why couldn't she have been caught by some idiotic local police force, then she could at least charm some fool into loosening her cuffs. Stormtroopers didn't take charm well, she'd never seen one step out of line.

Iela was truthfully more upset at herself than the actual capture. She was smart, damn good at what she did. Capture was something she was great at avoiding. Made her felt like an idiot to actually get captured. She was better than that, much better. She glared at the hunk of scrap with a blaster on it, spouting off about how easily it could kill all the handcuffed people inside the transport. Even a one armed, one eyed gungan could kill prisoners in a cramped crawler with an E-11.

"Don't piss yourself, hammerhead. The droid isn't going to shoot any of us. If it did that then the Imperials would melt it into scrap metal." Iela spoke, her words blunt and forward as they often were when she was upset.