"Is it over already?" inquires TB's voice from up near the ceiling, speakers dialled down low.
Frek! "Shut your mawth," weakly rejoins the besalisk after a surprised start (had plain forgotten it was frekking up here!).
"And stay up there while you're at it: give us warning if anybawdy cawmes this way... You cawld have frekking said sawmething!"
"Well Darius was handling himself," calmly counters the droid.
"Mir was so quiet I think everyone had forgotten she was even there... And I *was* dreadfully bored, thank you for asking." There is just the tiniest underline of amusement on that past tense...
"It looks like I will be again soon as well..." Its blue optic whirr in their direction.
"My frekking hearts bleed... I'll keep the cawmmlinks awpen saw you can hear," rumbles its nominal owner as he stomps for the stairs, since it makes tactical sense anyway --
Beep goes the datapad, accepting the command.
(Sloor grabs Mack's shoulder as he too goes to take the stairs down and leans in close so they aren't overheard -- by frecsing *anybody*:
"I'm frekking seriaws abawt this, Mack." And his eyes too carry the message home.
(Somehow this wasn't that important before today... but it frecsingly definitively is *now*.)
<Response Mack?>
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«Down in the guard station:
"Sawrry abawt that, spirks: persawnal business," voice back to low, whispery regime so the guards aren't in any way tempted to wake up. Sloor gives a wondering/surprised/re-evaluating look at Darius as he passes the jedi... then tears his gaze away to lock on the actual prison door:
"Naw haw daws this frecsing thing awpen anyway?"
Somehow he's managed not to look at Mir at all as he went by...
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Try the door. If it's locked, look at the locking mechanism. If it looks like a key/keycard deal, search Three Tops first and then the security desk. If it's a biometric scanner, try to see what body part it's for. If it's a keypad and/or a voice-print arrangement, say: "We're frekked."
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