Through your feet, you feel the ship shudder and hear the superstructure sigh enigmatically in protest as it brushes ever so slightly against the upper atmosphere of Tatooine. Your orbit has decayed enough now that the vacuum is giving way to the tickle of gasses surrounding the seemingly lifeless desert planet who's gravity field draws you ever closer as the minutes tick by The navigation shields seem to be handling the friction for now, but you know that unless you straighten the spinning ship into a more aerodynamic reentry profile or head to a higher orbit, things are going to start warming up very soon.

As Jarren is collecting the rations, the human with the defiant green shock of hair works the ship's power systems computer, intently searching for a way to boost the emergency force field generators. With the nervous sweat of concentration on his brow, he is able to re-route power from the communications systems to the hull integrity shields, boosting their output by 65%. Relieved he won't have to try to jury rig the droid's power source for the extra shield power, the human settles in to the co-pilot's seat and readies himself to help pilot the Corellian transport. The life-support system reads 77%.

At the same time, while keeping an eye on the ASP and protocol droid, Jarren collects the remaining rations and water.

"Master Jarren, would you mind averting your eyes for a moment?" inquires the protocol droid.

Jarren looks at the prone protocol droid with some junk in it's hand and the ASP droid standing over it, one of it's repair arms extended, with a mixture of puzzlement and curiousity. The bue skinned Jarren complies, turning away and half-lifting the other prisoner with his arms and dragging him toward the bridge while he's at it.

With a grunt, Stripe, as Jarren called him, quickly helps to buckle the third prisoner into the jump seat. Through lips cracked from lack of moisture, the prisoner moans. Jarren helpfully tears open the corner of a metallic looking water pouch and puts it into the man's hand. The prisoner slowly begins to drink from the pouch, too weak to go at it with gusto at this point. Nonetheless, it's obvious that the life is ebbing back into him now that he has access to sustenance.

From the cargo bay, you hear the crackle of electricity and see the flashes from intense light that could only be from welding. The activity must have frightened the monkey-lizard, because you hear a gurgled screech and some scampering from somewhere in the rear.

The planet outside appears closer yet as the ship continues to spin …

[OOC: Jarren and Stripe have eliminated their -2 penalties for hunger and thirst. Due to the increased shielding, the ship will gain a +2 for any manouvers or saves that may apply.]