Binder Fred
3 rings to bind them all!
“Frek,” softer this time. Sloor doesn’t give up immediately though, quickly trying other words in the two languages he does knows – and more than a couple in languages he’s heard – along with a reassuring hand or two on the felucian’s shoulder for emphasis. Touch helps sometimes, tone of voice, that sort of frek.The Felucian doesn't seem to respond, even when mentioning the scout's name. He doesn't calm down either, and continues to try and break through the metal restraints to no avail.
«PERSUASSION\Change attitude 1d20+8=23
Nonplussed, Sloor automatically hands it on to TB. “Think we knaw each awther well enawgh to skip the chain awf cawmand, Mack man...”Mack picks up the medkit and hands it to Sloor, "Can you carry this? I am already a bit encumbered."
TB grabs kit in one of its three-pronged appendage and sets it in place in its rear cargo box. “The stimpack?" it inquires.
It's not what its mastrer was hoping for, namely chemicals useful in controlling the mutant’s mood... Still, “Grab it.”
“But of course, your hoardiness,“ fires back TB.
Sloor grunts noncommittally and gets back to his attempted babysitting, grimaces and turns away... "Dan't suppawse the mistress awf illussians cawld - you knaw - look in here?" He gestures to the felucian's head, avoiding a nasty bite by the mearest of margins.
Quite obviously, the besalisk is none too confortable even asking.
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