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

"I hope a droid built for shooting can in fact shoot someone, especially an unarmed prisoner." Iela said back to the droid, a taunting smirk on her face. The machine talked had practically lectured them rambling on about how it didn't fear the Imperials. She was right, it wasn't going to kill any of them, it seemed to want them to escape, which was a sensible plan but one they would need to actually figure out first.

"The hammerhead is right, no need to duel or execute her. A dead body would only make everyone in this blasted crawler more uncomfortable." The Twi'lek said, one eyebrow raised at the Togruta that had spoken out about receiving a trial or death. If she wanted that then she could have thrown herself at an armed guard outside of the transport before they all had been jammed inside of it. She didn't need to inhale the stench of a dead corpse while she was in here.

"We should try not to kill each other, yet. At least until we get out this rustbucket." Iela added as she noticed the crawler had taken a turn, maybe the pilot that was whining before had decided to help with the escape, or they were just going a different route. She hoped for the first possibility.