[Backtracking a bit]
Binder Fred said:
The besalisk lays his devaronian prize full-length on the remains of their meal, sending dishes clattering this way and that. "TB, get taw wawrk please: I want him dancing rings arawnd that frecsing arena!"
"Squishy guts again," sighs the droid as it drops down into position, tri-fingered manipulators already extracting the tools it will need.
"You mere mortals should really consider a modular design philosophy," it says, addressing the remark mostly to his future patient.
"That surgical add-awn unit has dawne *wanders* fawr your egaw," grumbles its owner.
"Yes," replies TB with the equivalent of a slight introspective frown.
"I think it's built-in." A shrug (manipulators only, of course, as it has no shoulders), before it sets to its gory work.
Sloor looks back to one and all, judging their mood...
"Saw? What did you think" [etc]
[Present]
Mir sits down with the others and goes over what she learned from her encounter with Darga's team. She then says quietly, "First consider everywhere we go, bugged or the like. I would not put that past a Hutt. Second, what's the plan? How do you want to take this other team on? They are considered Darga's best."
"Hm," grunts the besalisk, somehow a bit disapointed.
"I gawt taw admit I was expecting a warmer welcawme than that: heraw awf the day and all that..."
"But Alright, dawn taw business." Lower, leaning down in a huddle with his mates, he looks to Mir in particular...
"Sra, you think you could sneak up awn the awther team? Find awt *their* strategy?" He risks a side-ways look to where the opposite team is gathering.
<Response Mir?>
"I am guessing our best bet would be to stick together, make them come to us around a big rock and then we gang up on the most dangerous one first."
Sloor casts yet another look around, making sure nobody and nothing is within immediate earshot.
"We *cawld* daw that. They have an explawsive expert awn staff thawgh, saw clumping's a big naw-naw. Saw... I'm thinking we need taw gang up and take dawn the drawid first, then the lang-ranged rodian. We can mawp up the Karg brawthers fawr desert. Meanwhile, we've gawt a mawbile target with TB awn defense." Frek! Should have frekking kept the surgery a surprise for the other team! Too late now, he guesses...
"AND we can get awn tawp awf thawse rawcks frecsing quick with awer trusty TB ladder." A pensive look.
"All we need is taw put it all tawgether sawmehaw..."
OOC:
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I'd say still in the planning stages, yes.
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