Recent content by Rorworr

"And I thought you'd never ask..." Rorworr grins, and levels his bowcaster at the closest speeder bike.

Ignore this, you want the post below, really...

"That's not a trip I'd forget..." Rorworr chuckles at Kelko's reminiscence. "We must have had half the planetary defence fleet after us. Still, that's not saying much... Can you call six ships a fleet?" He leans back against the rail running around the skiff, enjoying the wind blowing...

"Nice..." Rorworr says appreciatively as the AT-ST collapses sideways. He pats Set on the shoulder, then turns to Deel. "So, where are we heading again? If it's the spaceport, it might be a touch more heavily guarded that you're expecting. We had something of a welcoming committee..."...

Once the crates are on-board, Rorworr bounds forwards to join Kelko on the bridge of the skiff. "Ready to go? Cause I think that sound means trouble..." He straps himself into the co-pilot's seat* and gets ready for take-off. (OoC: * Assuming there is one...)

"Good to see you can still spot bad odds." Rorworr grins. "If it's important, I'm sure me and Vor'en can make pretty short work of loading this lot." He offers, rapping his knuckles on the top of one of the crates. Rorworr chuckles at this, reaching his good arm over to ruffle Dorn's hair...

"Owch..." Rorworr looks in annoyance at the burn along his shoulder, gingerly touching it. He winces, shrugs, winces again, then makes his way over to his companions gathered around the fallen Rodian. "Hi Deel, nice to see you, shall we get on the ship and get out of here." He says without...

Rorworr nods in satisfaction as the E-web blows apart. Dropping to one knee and using the door frame for cover, he shoots at the closest Stormtrooper. "Nice to see you too, Deel." He calls dryly to the Twi'lek, amused by his laid back greeting.

Rorworr levels his bowcaster, takes careful aim, and looses a quarrel at the E-web blaster. (OoC: Also dropping a Force Point onto the attack.)

"The door it is then." Rorworr grins at Set's comment. Moving quickly but quietly, he closes the distance to the access door, and cautiously pushes it open...

Rorworr sighs heavily at this idea. "I guess we'd better get in there then. Me and Kelko will find a way in, and you lot stay close behind..." He jogs towards the warehouse, looking for doors, windows, or any other entry to the building.

"Oh yes, that sounds like our stop..." Rorworr mutters, reclaiming his bowcaster from Vor'en. He looks to the soldier for guidance, not really wanting to charge straight in.

"What a nice man." Rorworr says, grinning at Arani. "So, as treasurer of the Naboo Warehouse Appreciation Society, I'd like to ask the President and her bodyguard to lead the way to the destination of our field trip..."

Rorworr squeezes into the cab, bumping his head on the ceiling. He makes a rumbling growl, rubbing the new bump on his head. "No one ever designs these things with Wookiees in mind..." He grumbles.

"We've all missed you." Rorworr says quietly as he follows behind Dorn. "Given what the Empire's propaganda has been saying, we'd given you up for dead. So it'll take Arani a bit of time to get used to the idea of you being around again. But give her time, and she will. There's not really...