<div class="floatleft">(http://i608.photobucket.com/albums/tt168/face_down_ass_up/synhead.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Syndel</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>The landing pad</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Harrin and the new arrivals</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Trying to help with the cargo</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Her metallic colored eyes swept around the landing pad, trying to force the world she'd found herself in into clearer focus. She was still weak from her time in captivity. But with obvious effort, Syndel managed to sort out the details, particularly when the Mrinka spoke to her. She understood how dangerous the next few minutes could be, and she was far too malnourished to offer much of a fight. The safest option now was acceptance rather than defiance.<br/><br/>"A problem, yes." Syndel did not truly want to reveal so much to strangers in such an unknown situation, but her choices were limited. Her silver gaze lowered slightly, hooded by the blinking of her eyelids as she spoke. "I was starved during my incarceration. And my strength is fading." Her voice was unlike any other species she knew of. Her dual set of vocal chords providing a multilayerd quality, harmonic and haunting, to her voice. "But I will manage."<br/><br/>Even as she spoke, she straightened her spine and moved to help move what had been unloaded from the shuttle. It was clear that her heavy world origin provided her with great strength, as she managed to lift cargo pods that many others struggled with even in her current state. But her breathing was labored as she worked, and she stopped to try and recover far more often than even the much smaller and weaker inmates around her.