Binder Fred
3 rings to bind them all!
“Wow,” is Sloor’s heartfelt comment. Didn’t even spot the movement till it was too late himself...Mir catches the young troopers movement and raises a hand reaching for the grenade with the force... bringing it to her own hand. "I do not think so."
“All yours, Mack man.” Though frek is he knows more than tidbits about imperial comm tech, and TB ain't programmed for that sort of thing yet. “But make it quick will you: I’m thinking we’re an bawrawed time here...”Mack replies to Mir's question about the equipment surrounding them, "Yeah, I can take a look. I might need some help."
The green besalisk peers over his shoulder at the screen and he too sighs deep: “Rather liked the guy taw... Hawpe he had time taw leave a family behind.” His eyes haven’t left the massing troopers though, fear knotting tighter and tighter in his guts: “An the bright side, lawks like we’re gawing taw be jawning him marbling quick. Mack, can these things punch awt a message taw awer ship? I’m thinking a hawt evac might be just the thing.”Mack sighs regretfully, "Oh frak, our guide bought it. We might be in some deep poo-doo now."
<Response Mack?>
“Tawss me awne awf thawse, Mack man,” nods the besalisk, indicating the grenades. He’s obviously given up on further interrogation in the interim because, without warning, he hammer blows the trooper behind the neck, dropping him unconscious to the floor. “Right, I’ll take pawint.”
«Coup-de-grace on the trooper, using his stun knuckles so he’s unconscious, not dead. Waiting for Mack's answer, and the other's reactions/comments, before moving out of the room.
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