<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/07/Alien_snp_Trandoshan.jpg)</div><strong>Trask</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1AAxDZ17ZWWQ_NgjCp2JwkLwJ5WnTuft6_MXhF_VQFBE/edit?usp=sharing)<br/><br/>Pulling into a crouch on all four clawed limbs, Trask brought down the weight of his tail while pushing up with his long arms to jerk smoothly into a standing position at a speed that could startle many.<br/><br/>The densly muscled Trandoshan gave the humans loosing their lunch in the corner a contemptous look, and wanted to make a snide coment about soft-skins and ther weak stomachs.  Truth be told, though, his own stomach felt...  Fairly empty, while the ship around him was somewhat spinning.  It helped if he rested a hand on the table his 'cofin' had rested upon.<br/><br/>The tall reptilian man glanced around at is fellow prisoners of the mortuary.  He took note of a variety of men, some looking quite competent in their own ways.  Two girls as well, he grined a little at their soft, vulnerable, silky-smooth flesh, petite, curvy femenine forms.<br/><br/>Well, not<em>everything</em>was bad here.  one of the girls was blue skinned with crimson hair.  What was she?  Some rare human ethnicity he didn't know?  The other, of course, was a lucious looking twi'lek.  Such a sweet race, they were, perhaps he'd find a chance to collar her...<br/><br/>Wait, what the hell had that human said, "Oh hell no!" the trandoshan bellowed out in somewhat resonant Basic.  Trask brust across the room to the door, tail swishing to help ihim keep his ballance while his head still spun.  "You, girls," he called out, "Find us clothes, gear, guns.  Anything they've been transporting in here besides people in boxes!  You, men, I'll hold this door.  Figure out where we are and how we get out of here--or, better yet, take over here!"