Name: Carys Suögan<br/>Species: Human<br/>Class: Smuggler<br/>Specialization: Scoundrel<br/>(https://i.imgur.com/nqJgFBZ.jpg)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">outfit</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.imgur.com/AwTpXQB.jpg)</div></div><br/><br/>The door had the "supply", the first of the two words emblazoned in the bronze plaque that was crusted with verdegris, crossed out with a large inkpot-stylus and above it written in large black words against the unassuming light gray of the door was "SURPRISE!".  It was still filled with the tools, cleaning supplies, fasteners, welders, and the like you would expect in such a room.  But in little hidey holes in and around the room were snacks, games, and a hammock that was currently stretched across the room, filled with a naked and lightly (read: heavily) snoring Carys.<br/><br/>Often, the door to the Surprise room would open with a SHHHHIRRR like all pressurized bulkhead doors made on a starship, there was no subtlety there.  Carys would just lie there, letting whoever it was get an eyeful of her.  This kind of regular sexual manipulation was really the only way she knew how to relate to her fellow sapients. The first time, the Lieutenant had came across the "Surprise Closet" and he stormed in angrily only to see Carys lying in the hammock with her eyes closed, as if she hadn't noticed him.  Minutes ticked away as her skin tingled in anticipation of him going berserk on her, but suddenly the door made it's ssshhhhiiirrrr noise and the man was gone.  the next time she went in to nap a few microcams had been installed, and every time she undressed and fell asleep, the door would open and close at least twice, sometimes again and again as she napped.<br/><br/>As she lay there in reverie, the call for the briefing came.  She bolted up, booty shorts, thigh highs, boots and top quickly flying on, and with a brief UV of her teeth and grabbing a bag that contained her gear she took off for the workshop that served as the ships makeshift briefing room.<br/><br/>Carys listened diligently as The Captain briefed the team.  She replied with a resounding affirmative at the "is that understood" then raised her hand to gain the attention of the hologram.<br/><br/>"Captain, are there any standing order you can give us about the extraction team, incase we are not able to report in for orders on what to do with them?  Assuming they are still alive, of course.  Also, if the files are stashed and the only person who knows where they are is arrested, shouldn't rescuing her be our first priority, and only moving on if she is somehow impossible to break out?  I know if I stashed some files somewhere, not no-one would ever find them if I had somehow got myself perished. Do we have the layout of her prison, any idea as to the number and quality of guards, and/or any schematics of their power grid and networks?" She looked over at the slicer, making extra sure as she always did to keep her eyes on the Twi'lek's eyes and not staring at her tits that were so massive, they bent light around them. "It isn't my area expertise, but knowing where the computer outlets are will probably be useful."<br/><br/>Thinking on her feet and coming up with contingencies was Carys' stock and trade.  Oh, and stuffing small valuable object up her vagina into her smuggling compartment, but that was a very niche ability.  She tied her excessively long hair back into a ponytail with her Boonta Blaster, a little souvenir from her last encounter with Jabba.  It was a devilishly clever blaster that looked like a silvery hairclip with black opal cabochons.  The sporting blaster she was strapping to her hip was more of a decoy than an actual weapon, luring and captors into the false confidence that she had been disarmed.  Her other tools were always with her in her smuggling compartment.  A tool that acted as a very powerful ion blaster in a stylus size package and her lockbreaking tools.  Shorting out the electronics and the manually using the overrides that are specifically there to allow release of locks in case of a burnout had saved her more times that she could count.  A utility belt strapped around her for little nicknacks and contingency plans as her night-sight goggles went to her forehead.  Finally a light hooded robe finished the ensemble, a holdover from the desert that she had leaned was useful in many more ways than just protection from the sun.