Binder Fred
3 rings to bind them all!
"Here," offers Sloor, taking off his poncho and offering it to her. "Can't hurt."Mir checks the rested site out and looks for anything to boost the camouflage of the area so that others can rest.
«Help Another on Stealth if need be.
After, she asks their guide where this entrance he knows is... draws a rough outline of the outpost in the dirt. "Where do we need to go?"
Sloor pluncks himself down, back resting on TB's crouched form, and bites into a ration/fruit/is there even anything organic in this thing "power" bar. He looks at the interplay between Mir and the tentacle man as he chews.
"Sleep, master, and I will watch for all that may harm you," says the droid in a sing-songy voice after a while.
"Saw that awn," finaly answers its master. "Frekking poor scripting... And didn't the spirk run awff with all the loot right after that?" Chew, chew.
"One can dream," replies TB with mock archness.
"Yeah, would be nice taw have loot fawr you taw run awff with, wouldn't it?" Another bite, bigger, so that there's less of them to take.
TB doesn't even look at Mack's bundles of armor and weapons: "Freedom is the greatest treasure."
"Can't run awff with that, silly drawid. Dawsn't wark," grumbles Sloor. "Tried."
"'You're only free when you stand still'?" interprets TB with a hint of mockery.
"Awnly time you can see your chains," perversely agrees the besalisk. "Kiss them, hawld them clawse. The rest's just travel time."
Old conversation, old arguments, conforting in a way, to both of them.
"And I'll take the awn after that," softly grins the big alien.Mack suggests, "Since Mir is taking first watch, I'll sack out and take the next one." In typical fashion of soldiers in every day and age, Mack tucks himself into a comfortable spot and falls asleep in about 2 minutes. He can sleep any time and anywhere.
I'll take the last watch.
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