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

"Or just shoot her right in the face alongside of all of us if they catch our crawler. But I hope that isn't going to happen." Iela said as she heard Rouke speak, a smile on her face. She wasn't planning on getting executed by the Empire, and she didn't expect any of her fellow prisoners to either. Maybe the young girl wanted to die, if she was crazy enough about that then she supposed they could roll her out the back of their transport, let the Stormies give her the death she apparently seeked.

The Twi'lek was almost flung out of her seat as their crawler came under fire from the Empire. That was expected, but hopefully the rolling bucket of bolts had thick enough plating that it could stand some blaster fire. She hoped that it was only foot soldiers firing upon them, not any walkers or fighters, if those came at them, then their chances of escape seemed more bleak. 

Then she flinched as the stray bolt impacted near the doorway, the transport's armor was as cheap as it appeared, just great. More shots rained in. She didn't want to die here and it appeared the pilot had been hit, judging by the smell and pathetic sound he had made. Iela fell out of her seat as the transport barely made it, she carefully rose up, then made her way into the cockpit, finding Varan on the floor.

"We're not dead yet. Can the crawler still go?" She asked, if it didn't that would mean they would all have to abandon it and go on foot. A whole different prospect entirely, and not one she exactly wanted.