Tannie looked out the small porthole in her escape pod, not that she could see anything other than stars, but she looked anyway. She ran her hand through her short dark hair and scratched her itchy scalp. That was the problem with E-pods, no room for anything really important, like a sonic refresher. Her hair was greasy and disheveled and her whole body itched from the accumulated sweat on her skin. Yeah there was a hand-held 'fresher that was supposed to take the place of a full sized one but whoever thought that had never actually tried to clean themselves with one. Either that or it was a Gamorrean that they tested it on. You could never tell whether they were clean or dirty unless you got within nose range of them. if they stunk like a week old carcass they were clean, if you gagged they were dirty.<br/><br/>She looked at the life support read out and grunted, punching in a few commands and sighing as she felt the air pressure drop once more. In a few minutes she knew she'd get a little heady as the O<sub>2</sub>levels would drop as well, but she had to keep things running and try to hang on for as long as possible. She felt stupid for not grabbing any portable tanks from her ship, but she figured she'd have been on a planet by now and food and survival gear had been a higher priority than air tanks she probably wouldn't need. 'Wrong again Tan, wrong again. Where in Xim the Despot's butt hole is all that luck you always brag about, huh?' She griped to herself mentally. Tannie was really beginning to wonder about that stupid story her parentals had told her about being lucky when she was a kid.<br/><br/>Diogi cocked its head and looked at her with its glowing eyes, "Oxygen levels nearing critical..." it said in a simple mechanical voice. The DI-0G1 Scout droid was clever enough for its intended purpose, and could have informed her of more about her current conditions through her ScoutPad, but she was glad she'd made a deal with those Outlaw Techs to upgrade his core processor and add a voder/vocoder. Even though he didn't have much to say he was someone to talk to.<br/><br/><strong>"I know buddy, just a few more days and I'm <em>positive</em> someone will pick us up. I just know it!"</strong>She said as she reached for another ration pack. She looked at the lable... Zaget with Meat Bulbs... with a shudder she pulled the tab on the outer seal and felt the pack heat rapidly, pulling the eating utensil out of the open end before tearing the inside seal away. The sight that greeted her almost made her retch. There were long noodles that looked like entrails in a congealed red 'sauce' and what appeared to be Eopie dung pellets added for flavor. Fortunately it smelled better than it looked and she ate in silence while sipping on a bulb of her diminishing supply of Fizzy Glug soda.