Uryirc grabbed the panel concealing the terminal, and pushed it aside. If he had to guess, it was probably a remenant of when this vessel was used for legitimate cargo shipping. Maybe an inventory management thing? Whatever it was, when they'd remodeled this place for slaves, it looked like they'd covered it up, intentionally or not. That was irrelevant though, because whatever the reason, it still fired up.<br/><br/><strong>"I have a couple of ideas, friend. Starting with sealing the doors, and ending with praying our captors are lazy."</strong><br/><br/>Uryirc began working swiftly, probing the system for a way to seal the doors temporarily, and keeping his eye out for ways to drop the field beside them. The lack of respiration units meant whatever was in there didn't need to breathe. Cargo, in other words. Hopefully, their gear.<br/><br/><strong>"Scaly! I'm trying to shut the doors. If you see them shutting, get your huge carcass through the door."</strong><br/><br/>Uryirc didn't know much about the large man, but he did know the man was okay with the concept of being up front, and the obvious target. As Uryirc was firmly in the 'hide behind something' camp, he wanted this guy with them when they made the push to whatever sithspitting thing would let him survive this mess.<br/><br/><strong>"By the way, I don't believe I introduced myself. Uryirc Lev of the the Ere clan."</strong><br/><br/>He paused, looking at the... Chiss? Was that a species? Religion? Name for a provider of one of the various depravities of the Hutts? Who knew. Out here, it didn't pay to guess.<br/><br/><strong>"A Bothan, if the fuzziness didn't give it away."</strong><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Dice Results</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Tackyhillbilly rolled: 2d8<br/>Comment: <br/>Result: 5, 3, <br/>Total: 8<br/><br/>Roll Result: Tackyhillbilly rolled: 1d12<br/>Comment: <br/>Result: 12, <br/>Total: 12</div></div>