Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32600226-20181231192754/@comment-25684606-20190112101825

Order to move out. Strange how this familiar feeling worked to calm her down even in this strangest of situations. Leaving the others to their own pace, Bando briefly saluted to the Inquisitor before heading outside again.

Finding the truck where it was supposed to be, she climbed into the back, leaving about one seat worth of space between herself and the hatch. Far enough to not suffer from stray fire, close enough to jump out should the truck get hit.

Thinking about it, she found the supplies rather meager, given what they were up against. An autocannon or two would have been nice.