<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTRyEXuXMJgi-XCzouqS6y76mCOQylKoyi335SlK_K7HyrCqL8ZvA)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Deshco Corran<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The brig<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>open<br/><hr/><br/>Deshco was deep in thought when an explosion rocked the ship. Lucky for him, he was already sitting, but he didn't appreciate the sudden rolling-motion from the shock wave. Once the boat settled, he was up and at the door of his cell, looking for anyone around. "Let me out, I can help!" he called out, hoping that someone would be around. he had no idea what was happening, but if a fight was about to happen, he wanted to be there. He didn't want to sit here safe while everyone else got to have all the fun.<br/><br/>Deshco thought a long moment about the sets of picks his had embedded in his forearms and legs. Did he want to use those yet? He wasn't sure. but he wasn't going to wait too much longer, if he had the choice. He called out again, and waited.