[S☉LAR]: one kloegarb. one life. something has gone terribly wrong.

Quickly, you rifle through your 3 inventory slots. Inside, you have a small bag of washers and a wrench. You were just doing some touch-ups on a pipe when everything went to hell.





You turn and look over the lock. To be honest, the lock was sort of redundant, as the twine would hold it shut for the time being. It was a pretty standard lock anyways, and the robot would have no trouble breaking it.





Taking a glance around the room, you don't see any way out of the room, but you do remember passing another door on your way in here. There was mostly generic rations, which would last you, but it wouldn't be fun. Hey, if you get too desperate, you can always eat the lock.





Setting your carapace back against the door, you take a minute to think why you haven't cracked; the possibility of your friends being alive, and you being able to help them.
Nobody knows exactly when Benny showed up, or why; he isn't on any takeoff records. All you know is that he was damn good with computers (makes sense; being a boog, he IS one) and quickly found a place on the crew as the system repairman after Steamfire got transferred to another ship. You personally thought the pyronian was an ass, and you quickly became fast friends with the guy who got him out of your shell.
Ted needed no introduction; as the captain, he was the most important person on the ship. At first you're relationship was merely professional, but as you found yourself talking to the kounini more, he was charming and funny, if not a bit evasive. Both of you know Ted isn't his actual name, and you both know the other knows.
And who could forget Gortys. The beloved crew counselor. She's your everything. You tend to think of yourself as a pacifist, but if you find out she's been hurt by that monster in any way, you might have to slightly bend the definition of 'pacifist'.