Into the Fire

[Rahullu]

OOC: More like take down an entire star destroyer single handedly. Ever see Imperial troops panic when the human waste recycling system works in reveres on all bathrooms at once and the vents stat pouring the security gas out as clean air >

IC: Tiktuk takes a fruit juice from the food replicator and looks at Nova as she drinks and then orders some nutri packs as well that she places in spots some people may not want to think about. Mostly pockets and belts but the belts under the robe may look like other things to those with .. more adult themed minds.

"Oo weba dingda jiki lo lo nupi." (We should eat up before we land prisons are not know for their dietary care of their charges.)

Rahullu Turns to Tiktu
uughghhhgh uughghhhgh raaaaaahhgh huurh uughguughhhghghghhhgh uughghhhgh raaaaaahhgh huurh

"Good plan, Tiktu. Lets all eat a last meal, btw whats your code name little one?"

Rahullu then thoughtfully pulls his fur and says.
huurh uughghhhgh wrrhwrwwhw huuguughghg aarrragghuuhw aaahnruh huuguughghg hnnnhrrhhh aaaaahnr huurh aarrragghuuhw uughguughhhghghghhhgh raaaaaahhgh huuguughghg raaaaaahhgh raaaaaahhgh huurh

"can we realistically get any equipment with us into prison? I can try to hide small stuff in my fur"

Then he tries to make a knife be hidden in his fur

occ: Hide: [4d6] = 16 hiding a knife also can i get +1D for preparing? if so Bonus [1d6] = 1 so 17