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Silhar:
Hesitating no more, Vince hurled himself towards the corridor, almost falling to the ground and hissing in pain.
Ouch... No, not now... Such an opportunity...
He took a look around the corridor, quickly, determined to not get killed, then rushed towards anything that would provide him some piece of cover. Some door alcove, perhaps ?

ZZ:
'Oh my god! This is my ship!' - thought Jacob - 'It's going to die!'. There was nothing to do with it. Something was disturbing him. Something said him 'Cells...Prison Cells'. He wasn't sure what it meaned, but in times of need, 'pistols helped him' - as he described. He decided to check, what's with them. Jacob rushed himself towards prison cells with his pistols charged. He wasn't sure what is there, so he was ready to everything.

Xander Morhaime:
CX-411 turned to the door with an inward sigh, quickly typing in the access code before entering, blaster still held at the ready.

"Looks like it's time we had a change of scenery," the dark trooper said, walking up to the Jedi, taking out the neural collar and shackles. The shackles were set aside for the moment, and he moved stepped forward to clamp the collar around the restrained Jedi's neck, setting the auto-trigger distance to something reasonable for the circumstances. "I trust you realise I'm probably the only armed person on the ship currently interested in your safety and will take that into consideration in any half-brained escape attempts," he added, then walked over to the little wall locker that held the standard bright orange prison uniform, taking it out and setting it down in front of the restraints. "Putting something on might not hurt either. As useful as a distraction you might be to any boarders, these might be a bit more appropriate." The uniform itself was plain and simple, nothing fancy or comfortable, but at least it was clothing of a sort. Presently, the dark trooper picked up the shackles and stepped over to the restraint controls. "I take it you'll cooperate at least until we're clear of the present threat?" he asked.

Gargulec:
Twi'lek spoke with apparent difficulty, slowly and quietly.

'I will... cooperate.'

As CX opened the restraints, she fell heavily on the floor. For a moment, she lied motionlessly. Then, she crawled towards the prison uniform, and awkwardly put it on. Standing up took her a few tries, but finally, she managed to assume standing position. In all this, she did not look dangerous in any way- former 501st legionnaire wondered how it was possible for her to slay number of best soldiers in the Imperium. For all CX was seeing now, was an tired, and resigned women, barely able to move. 

'What now?' she asked, with faint trace of dread in her voice.

Xander Morhaime:
"I have little faith in this ship's ability to sustain an actual assault. Boarding might be another matter, but if whoever it is would prefer to just shoot at us, we're a sitting target. Therefore, we'll be getting off presently," the clone explained, stepping forward and clamping the shackles over the Jedi's wrists. "There is a shuttle housed in this block. If we can get to it, and if someone had the foresight to fit it with a pilot, astromech or otherwise... well, either way it affords us more chances than this junker of a ship."

The explanation done, CX-411 stepped away from the prisoner, nodding to a wall close to the door. "Stand there, I'll check on the situation outside..." he said, opening the door and looking out carefully, blaster rifle held at the ready in case any threat were to present itself.

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