"If it's them...," Darius says in an awed whisper, "they could send with the Force. Some part of them must be ... aware!"
"Hu, could have swawrn I just said that," mentions Sloor, mostly for himself (and maybe for TB). Bottle in hand (upper left), he starts walking the perimeter of the room
«rooms?» with Mack's glow rod erratically flicking this way and that as he looks about, searching for anything *else* of interest while they're here... and for something in particular too.
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Search as described above, please, including the blood on the far wall.
Oh, and welcome back Dr. Simon. 
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The soldier takes a look at the equipment. "You don't suppose this what Darga is planning to hand over to the imps when they get here? Probably a really good bargaining chip, for damn sure."
"Gawdwill present," distractedly theorizes the besalisk as he pears up at a crumbling section of dungeon wall. The slug and the Empire are already supposed to be in bed together after all...
Without taking his eyes off the imprisoned women, Darius holds out the key card to anyone vaguely behind him. "Sloor, do you think you can make a copy of this, or arrange things so that we can leave it back with the guards like we've never been here, but still be able to get back in when we want?"
Now *that* gives the besalisk cause to pause.
Marbling frek: longterm planning?! Really? Too frekking good to be true! "You get the feeling Keytan would have already pressed every buttan in here, Mack man...? But 'naw': much as I'd like taw, I can't frecsing cawpy a keycard just by looking at it." Now *that*'d be a skill that'd fetch a pretty premium... if he had it. A splash of drink down the throat.
"I was actually thinking *you* could cut your way in next time arawnd... awr dawn, fawr that matter." He flicks the rod up so it draws a semi-perfect circle of light on the ceiling... But just about then Mir's form - up until now just a dimly, control-lit figure beyond the jedi's own - catches his attention. (Not that she was very far from his thoughts, granted.)
As the Force presence washes over her she looks to Darius and then back to those within the carbonite. She scans the controls and then looks in Sloor's and Mack's direction and then back to the controls and thinks, "Maybe I should just get them out now. Sloor, Mack, they would be pissed but what about them. They do not deserved to be trapped." She fights the inner struggle in her mind as she raises a hand and then lowers it more than once and gazes at the others as she considers what should be done.
In but a barely audible whisper she asks no one in particular, "What should I do."
Frek. Part of him was expecting that; was frecsing afraid of that... Not even surprising, really. Since she hasn't done anything rash yet
(and she never does, come to think of it (which is a frecsing shame
)), Sloor takes the time to step around to her other side so he ends up standing close... close enough anyway, looking down at her blond head. Gives you time to think too...
Not that it does him any frekking good in this particular case. Ever so softly,
"Haw abawt a line abawt the greater gawd...? I've gawt awne too abawt the unwise packaging awf pricey but fragile food items, if you want."
<Response Mir?>
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Possum, have any in the group been to the area immediately above the prison during their pre-supper recon, or can they deduce where it is/how to get there?
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