<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/jpTeYz1.jpg?1)</div><br/>She was crumpled in a heap in the pod's command chair, silly word for it since there wasn't a whole lot in the way of command controls for an e-pod. The temperature in the pod had hovered somewhere in the area of -30C for the past few days and her body felt like it was as cold to match. Fortunately Tannie had remembered that she still had the breather masks that she'd filched from her ship too, but it had taken her close to three hours in a hypoxic delirium before she found the case they were in.<br/><br/>After listening to the stupid warning beeps from the console regarding the dangerously high carbon dioxide levels and terminally low oxygen levels she'd fired a blaster bolt into the life support panel which shorted out the whole control board. So then Diogi started in with his warnings, and it had taken her waving her pistol and mumbling to him about sharing the fate of the LS panel to shut him up.<br/><br/>Tannie had been in a near comatose state, only waking long enough to eat more Zaget and drink, then replace the small air canister connected to her breath mask. The light thump she felt barely registered in her frostbitten and oxygen starved brain, neither did the clank and groan of the hatch being forced open. Her first real physical sensation in days was that of warm air caressing her cheek and ear. It almost felt like a burning flame after the sub-zero environment she'd had to endure for she didn't know how long. She was so far gone the tiny mewling whimper that came from her was almost imperceptible to anyone but a person with sharply trained hearing.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">At this point Tannie is unaware that she's been in the pod for almost ten weeks, three times the rated specifications for this model</div></div>