(07-20-2017, 02:29 PM)Nova Wrote:As the Bandits traversed the halls and entered the courtyard, Nova mentally mapped as much of the prison layout as she could, though hopefully none of them would be making a return trip to their previous holding cell due to lack of "compliance."
She pulled at her ID wrist cuff as if to test it, knowing full well it was secure. Still, she checked the bracer for any signs of tech that might zap its wearer at an inopportune time. She was glad their forged identities checked out at least.
And though she winced while the guards waved their stun batons at Veir and Rahullu, she recognized that her comrades had been testing the sentries... and that they seemed to get definitive answers.
Having slept poorly, Nova didn't have much of an appetite, but she devoured her "food" nonetheless. She would need the energy, in case she had to use the close-quarters combat she'd brushed up on during their hyperspace journey, and in case other the prisoners wound up being less disinterested in the new arrivals as they appeared to be.
Rahullu sits down, keeping an eye on the other prisoners as he munches down the food to the group he says"aaahnruh raaaaaahhgh uuh uugggh aaaaahnr huuguughghg wrrhwrwwhw aguhwwgggghhh aarrragghuuhw raaaaaahhgh huurh aarrragghuuhw aarrragghuuhw uggguh huuguughghg huuguughghg uughguughhhghghghhhgh huurh huuguughghg raaaaaahhgh uughghhhgh uughguughhhghghghhhgh" as he waits for any replies he scans the enviroment.
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