"Human males are fragile little things," agrees the four-armed one with a definite twist at the corner of his lips. "Will you get sick just saying the wards?"
A staticky voice comes in over the helmet of one of the fallen stormtroopers. "KD-984, come in. Repeat, status report KD-984. Better send in a squad," the clone's voice says.
Sloor almost drops the thing in surprise, but quickly recovers: “KD-984 reparting. We last the target in Marringay sectar. Please advise.” Trying to imitate the man's voice and muffle his accent under heavy breathing at the same time, as if he's been running.A staticky voice comes in over the helmet of one of the fallen stormtroopers. "KD-984, come in. Repeat, status report KD-984. Better send in a squad," the clone's voice says.
The besalisk chuckles deep in his throat as he thunks the helmet back down: ”That’s a few they’ll never see again -- and neither will we!”Sloor's deception seems to work, and the officer on the other end dispatches a squad.
The besalisk sighs, heavily... Artful subtlety is utterly lost on this guy.perrinmiller said:"Huh? I feel fine, whatever."
Finally noticing the arm movement he asks, "Something wrong with your arms?"
As nothing else seems forthcoming... “And we’re dawing this becawse we’re bawred, right?”Maya hands one of you a datapad. "V14," she says. "You need to head to deep storage bay V14. There's a droid there, named Switch, and he has information on how to get a piece of valuable cargo. I was supposed to get it and deliver it to its proper place..."
As nothing else seems forthcoming... “And we’re dawing this becawse we’re bawred, right?”