OOC: Takes place before event
Trys was crouched behind a speeder and jamming a new pack into her blaster. She was up shit creek and almost out of ammo. She had taken two graze wounds already and she knew the next one would end her. Trys had followed a few leads out to Gamorr to another base that was tied to a larger slaving operation.
Unlike the usual thugs, this one was guarded by Sith. As soon as the Sith realized who she was, more had showed up with orders to capture her and take her to the Eternal. Trys wasn’t going down without fighting and she was hiding behind a speeder with a whimpering woman in her grasp.
“Get up,” She snapped, hoisting the woman up and pointing the pistol at her head. The woman was dressed in uniform similar to those that manned the gates. They held their guns and some held sabers.
“You’re gonna let me walk out of here,” Trys called out, “Or I blow this bitch’s brains out.”
She could hear laughing.
“You won’t be doing’ that,” A man said with a grin, “You’re one of the good guys, ain’t ya?”