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Seemed that the Imperial and the Jedi had found themselves in bit of a pickle here. Captured initially while attempting a mission and now almost freeing himself from the clutches aboard the transport vessel, the duo fell prey to slavers on Tatooine. He could tell the desert landscape from the raw heat and the small window that crept in the cell he was placed within. No luxuries of any kind, air was stifling and laced with unbearable dryness. None of his armaments were present, and so for now he sat on the over-heated rock that shaped itself into a bench. Clothes ragged and his appearance sullied from several days of unshaved and lack of sanitation.
Hands were clasped together in shackles; thoughts went for the Jedi, wondering what was here fate on this planet. Though, that all changed when he heard the casual hum of a slaver guard patrolling through the cells. Lofting a brow, Gunner immersed himself in thoughts for a few moments before assuming a fetal position on the ground. Almost as if it was fake but loud enough to sound true, he began to cry out in pain. "GUARD!" He roared, "My insides hurt!!"
@Narsi