Uryirc had actually been asleep, napping in one of the Containers. The Thief had been in... more than one cell. It was a price of his profession. Plus, he'd already done everything he could to find a way out. Wasn't much to be done. His equipment was outside, locked behind the wall, so there was nothing to be done. While this did mean he was quite rested, it also resulted in the Bothan being hurled from the cargo pod and out into the corridor in an unceremonious heap of fur. Not exactly the dashing escape a master thief was meant to pull. He blinked, looking around. 2 Humans, a Trandoshan, a Twilek, a Rodian, a Chadra-fan, and... well. Whatever the hell was blue with red eyes. Come back to that later. Oh and another human, presumably one of the slavers by the yelling.<br/><br/><strong>"Shush. Headache. Scaly, if you could shut him up."</strong><br/><br/>He said to him, and the Trandoshan as it bellowed orders.<br/><br/><strong>"If you can find my gear, that would be wonderful though ladies."</strong><br/><br/>Uryirc scanned the walls, hunting for sign of an access plate. He'd leave the grevious bodily harm to those naturally gifted in the area. He knew exactly what he was, and he was more likely to hurt himself than anyone else with a punch.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Looking for Access Panel to Computers</div><div class="spoiler_body">Perception.<br/><br/>Roll Result: Tackyhillbilly rolled: 2d8<br/>Comment: Green Die Perception<br/>Result: 6, 3, <br/>Total: 9<br/><br/>Roll Result: Tackyhillbilly rolled: 1d12<br/>Comment: Yellow Die Perception<br/>Result: 8, <br/>Total: 8<br/><br/>(No idea what that means.)</div></div>