The former prisoner with the shaved head (now showing signs of thick stubble), save for the dyed green strip running down the center, and the athletic, tall prisoner with close cropped brown hair, both make a dash for the bridge. The other prisoner with long black hair remains in a silent stupor, slouched over some spare droid parts. For it's part, the monkey-lizard removes it's gag, which seems kind of odd since the collars prevented speech, and with a loud, grating screech, charges lustily over a hibernating ASP droid to get at the rations and liquid pouches that are scattered across the cargo bay floor.

On his way to the bridge, the recent prisoner with the green stripe of hair shouts at the dented, armless protocol droid, asking it what the Bothans were saying as well as hurridly asking what the radio was saying and in what language. Overwhelmed, the protocol droid stumbles backward at the verbal barrage, tripping over the fallen power droid. The protocol droid lands hard on the metal floor of the transport, it's leg erupting in a shower of sparks from a rupture it received on the way down from a sharp protrusion on a bulkhead. The smell of burnt electronics and servo motors mixes with the other burning scents in the air. The droid pats at it's leg ineffectually in an attempt to stop the short-cicuiting and burning of the precision components.

"Oh no!" it exclaims, preoccupied with it's misfortune.

Quickly, the tall prisoner questions the protocol droid again, not caring about the burning appendage.

The sparking and burning of the droids leg subsides as quickly as it began, leaving the leg non-functional and useless. With a worried look (if that's possible for a droid), it turns to answer the ex-prisoner's queries. "Why, the Imperials were on the communcations device of course! They were warning those nasty Bothans in Basic that they would fire on the ship if they did not respond! They claimed that the Bothans had violated Imperial law 163.43 sub-section 12 and were to stand down weapons and prepare to be boarded. They really made a mess of .. *blip*.. *blip*… th…things."

The malfunctioning droid's head twitches before it continues. "The Bothans were arguing over how their stealth technology was penetrated. That interesting language they speak is called Bothan, the same as the name of their s..spec….s..species. Although unrelated, the gutteral sounds are similar to those of some dialects of Shyriiwook. Absolutely fascinating."

"Would you like to hear more about it master Jarren?" it asks, having picked up the prisoner's name during the Bothan's questioning of the prisoner when he was brought aboard. "I am fluent in over 6 million forms of communication!"

Satisfied with the droids responses, the athletic ex-prisoner ignores the droid and continues on to the bridge where the green stripe-headed human is examining the ships systems. Warnings are calling out for attention all over the instrument panel, describing the various malaises of the ship.

In the center of the instrument panel is the ship's dedication plaque. It has the corporate logo of the Corellian Engineering Corporation and lists the model as a YT-1100 Transport, Serial numbr 22943.

In conjunction with one another, examination by both humans using their computer skills yeilds the following analysis of the ship's current systems status:

hyperdrive - offline
sublight drive - 50%, maximum speed - docking
sensors - offline
navigation - online
subspace transceiver - online
hyperspace transceiver - online
life-support - 85% and dropping slowly
weapons systems - destroyed

The ship's auto-navigation system has been disengaged in response to the ship-wide damage, which you gather came from laser cannon fire. The ship is slowly spinning on two separate axes giving you a view of the surrounding space in virtually all directions upon a full rotation and revolution. You continue to study the instrument panels, keeping an eye to your surroundings.

As you come about, you can see that you are in low orbit over a large tan planet. A moment later, over the tangled wreckage of the transport's port laser cannon, you catch sight of two Sienar Fleet Systems Imperial TIE fighters heading away from the transport on an arcing course, currently at long range.

Meanwhile, from the cargo bay, you hear a muffled cackle from what could only be the Kowakian monkey-lizard, which, by the sound of the crumpled packaging, is gorging itself on the rations the Bothan's left behind in their haste. This reminds you of the dryness of your own throats and the incessant gnawing of hunger in your bellies caused by your captors maltreatment.

As the transport completes it's rotation, you see the remains of what could only be the freighter's escape pod, now reduced to scraps of tangled alloy and cm sized chunks. You can only conclude that the Bothans must have been trying to use the escape pod to attempt an atmospheric entry to the planet below. Obviously, they miscalculated the seriousness of the Imperials.

As the ship rotates about again, it seems as though your orbit has decayed slightly.