[IC] Prologue: Frying Pan

[Nova]

Into his comm-link. "Bandit One, what's he yelling into the comms, I don't speak Wookie??"

[ooC rolled low remember and the target was something like 20]

Nova flips on her comlink as she and Rahullu make their way down the hall, "Bandit Two's wondering how many we have left in that welcoming committee."

As they run, she glances at Rahullu, "You wanna try to pick a few off before makin' a break for it? Sure.
As long as we get airborne before that Destroyer's right on top of us!"