<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/744716986558185535/744803902578491432/generalissimo_trandoshan_clothed.png)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Tartris (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2273179)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: The cargo bay of the Slaver's ship<br/><strong>Time</strong>: Unknown<br/><strong>Doing</strong>: Snarling, Growling and the Gnashing of Teeth<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open<br/><strong>Warning</strong>: None at the Moment<br/><strong>Theme Music</strong>:  Revenge (https://youtu.be/_kK3Pmv8tXs)<br/><strong>Destiny</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Roll for Destiny</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/744717062198526034/744717186937126942/Destiny_1.JPG)</div></div>3 Dark 4 Light<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Tartris couldn't feel much as he felt only the oblivion of the darkness clouding his mind as he would be hanging there limply in the zero-g, it felt oddly comforting in a way, a reminder of older times... Feeling the sudden jolt as the weight of the world reasserted itself sending his head crashing into the wall making his mind and eye jump back to life. Peeling his one good eye open, his pupil dilated into a slit like shape, nearly jumping to his feet in a start though this would make him relize just how short a leash he had been given, sending himself crashing back to the floor. Struggling against the chains clinking themselves away, he would wheel his head around the container, scanning the contents with an adrenal surge rippling through his body. Letting out several harsh pants through his nostrils he would narrow his eyes at the other in the container with him. Shifting his feet under him he looked down to just notice the chains holding him in place to only have his thoughts interrupted by the  toydairian  opening the door making him use his arms to cover them from the bright light. Another figure would be there beside the toydairian no one else could see save for the mind's distorted eye of Tartris, wrapping an arm around the  toydairian's shoulder like almost a buddy before speaking in a harsh slithering tone<br/><br/><em>"Well well, looking what the monkey-lizard dragged in, I told you that your random binges were gonna get you in trouble and look what happened." </em>The figure would step into the container with him, taking a long drag of a cigarette before blowing it to the side of Tartris, the figure a near perfect clone of himself in his own mind with both of his eyes and dressed in a fine lab coat.<em>Let me guess, you expect me to get you out of this situation huh? Unless that brutish mind of yours has finally got a plan bouncing around in that empty space.</em>In saying that the figure would fade from Tartris's vision, a figment of his mind playing itself out.<br/><br/>Turning his gaze back to the toydairian only to see him fluttering out of the container he focused his eyes to the chains before him on the ground he spread his legs out experimentally to see what these chains were. Studying them for a few moments a wicked grin worked its way across his lizard lips and maw flashing his fangs. Speaking to himself in low but harsh tones:<em>"Weak Construction, Second Hand Chains, Lazy Slavers."</em>His voice was a bit warped as the words flicked out of his mouth as if it was struggling to work the sounds just right.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Athletics Roll</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/744717062198526034/744802542050869248/Strenght_test_1.PNG)</div></div><br/><br/>Pushing his legs further apart, pulling the chains taut he wrapped his three fingered hands around the base of each chain before pulling hard, creating a counter balance for him to pull against. Flexing his muscles causing the veins to bulge out as he let out a rising hiss through his maw. Groaning metal reverberated through the chain as he let out out one hard grunt, causing one of the chain links to snap in two. Chuckling to himself he brought his knee to the floor and using his hand still shackled to the other he stood up to finally get a better look at the others and let his clawed hands fiddle around with the shackles that bound them together. Looking down at the odd collection of individuals he spoke again quite direct in his tone.<em>"Strange Prisoners, Possible Allies, Tartris wants to know your names? Ally together to get out of container."</em>Knowing he would need them he would use this moments to analyze them still a bit wary but well aware of his situation at the moment. Flicking his one good eye from individual to individual though he would find his eye lingering on the Twi'lek female for bit longer, a uncontrolled twitch of his lizard lip would be seen before finishing the rounds on what was certainly a rag tag bunch of prisoners.