<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/nd9bXT7.png)</div>Dunn nodded to Nyx, punched the interior airlock release from the captain's chair, and then stood. Even from the cockpit, he could hear the hydraulics of the airlock door hissing and clunking as they shifted the huge metal bulkhead doors away, and he picked up his pace to the airlock, anxious to examine their loot. As he entered the cargo bay and his eyes landed on the escape pod, a smile spread across his entire face. Shard was already at the pod and ready to go, in case they had survivors on hand, but given the Imperial markings all over the outside of the pod, Dunn had to admit he was more thankful for Nyx's presence as a guard.<br/><br/>"Nice response time, Shard, but let's hope we don't need you, for better or worse," he half-joked, as he rounded past her to the pod's access panel. The tiny computer screen showed that the pod was not locked, but as he tried to engage the hydraulic assist, there was an awful grinding noise, and the screen flickered, then began flashing red.<br/><br/>"Ah, sod it," he muttered. "Power systems must be failing too. Hydraulics won't activate, and the ship should have tried to cycle its own oxygen when its sensors detected our supply. I'm gonna have to pry it open, this thing better be worth it." Grabbing a prybar from atop a nearby pile of crates in the main cargo hold, Dunn forced the point of the tool into the space around the edge of the pod's door, and pushed down with his full weight. A few seconds of strenuous grunting later, the hydraulics let out a groaning noise, and then hissed smoothly as the door opened and a cool draught spread out from inside the pod, a telltale sign of a dead life support system.<br/><br/>Ever so cautiously, Dunn poked his head over the edge of the pod to peer inside.