Name: Laeli (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2273194)<br/>Location: In some shitty crate<br/>Time: Who knows<br/>Tagging: The other unfortunate soon to be slaves<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>'Breath.'</em>Laeli thought to herself. Just breath. It wasn't the first time she was locked up and had to figure a way out. Except this time, she had no tools. Nothing to jury rig a way to break the shackles with either. It didn't help they found her mother's lightsaber. It wasn't something she could have just left at Nar Shadda, it was too dangerous the let it fall into the hands of some random ganger. Except now it was in the hands of these slavers. There had to be a way to get out, somehow. The weightlessness meant they were in zero g, probably the cargo hold of a ship. Hopefully the hold was space sealed, or if they did try to escape they'd be sucking space.....<br/><br/>Right, the others in the container. Once she was sure their captors were gone, Laeli spoke. "Well, not the first time I've been locked in a cargo crate. At least these were smart enough to take our gear. Ah, name is Laeli. Mechanic by trade. Used to live on Nar Shadda, joined up with a ship and planned to hop off it first chance I got. Just didn't think that chance would be getting captured by slavers." She shrugged in the darkness. "Though I guess they've got something to distract them now."