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<blockquote data-quote="Binder Fred" data-source="post: 5372332" data-attributes="member: 63746">&quot;Here,&quot; offers Sloor, taking off his poncho and offering it to her. &quot;Can't hurt.&quot;«Help Another on Stealth if need be.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 &quot;power&quot; bar. He looks at the interplay between Mir and the tentacle man as he chews.&quot;Sleep, master, and I will watch for all that may harm you,&quot; says the droid in a sing-songy voice after a while.&quot;Saw that awn,&quot; finaly answers its master. &quot;Frekking poor scripting... And didn't the spirk run awff with all the loot right after that?&quot; Chew, chew. &quot;One can dream,&quot; replies TB with mock archness. &quot;Yeah, would be nice taw have loot fawr you taw run awff with, wouldn't it?&quot; 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: &quot;Freedom is the greatest treasure.&quot;&quot;Can't run awff with that, silly drawid. Dawsn't wark,&quot; grumbles Sloor. &quot;Tried.&quot;&quot;'You're only free when you stand still'?&quot; interprets TB with a hint of mockery.&quot;Awnly time you can see your chains,&quot; perversely agrees the besalisk. &quot;Kiss them, hawld them clawse. The rest's just travel time.&quot; Old conversation, old arguments, conforting in a way, to both of them.&quot;And I'll take the awn after that,&quot; softly grins the big alien.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Binder Fred, post: 5372332, member: 63746"] [COLOR="Orange"]"Here,"[/COLOR] offers Sloor, taking off his poncho and offering it to her. [COLOR="Orange"]"Can't hurt."[/COLOR] [COLOR="Gray"][I]«Help Another on Stealth if need be.[/I][/COLOR] 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. [COLOR="Silver"]"Sleep, master, and I will watch for all that may harm you,"[/COLOR] says the droid in a sing-songy voice after a while. [COLOR="Plum"]"Saw that awn,"[/COLOR] finaly answers its master. [COLOR="Plum"]"Frekking poor scripting... And didn't the spirk run awff with all the loot right after that?"[/COLOR] Chew, chew. [COLOR="Silver"]"One can dream,"[/COLOR] replies TB with mock archness. [COLOR="Plum"]"Yeah, would be nice taw have loot fawr you taw run awff with, wouldn't it?"[/COLOR] 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: [COLOR="Silver"]"Freedom is the greatest treasure."[/COLOR] [COLOR="Plum"]"Can't run awff with that, silly drawid. Dawsn't wark,"[/COLOR] grumbles Sloor. [COLOR="Plum"]"Tried."[/COLOR] [COLOR="Silver"]"[I]'You're only free when you stand still'[/I]?"[/COLOR] interprets TB with a hint of mockery. [COLOR="Plum"]"Awnly time you can see your chains," [/COLOR]perversely agrees the besalisk. [COLOR="Plum"]"Kiss them, hawld them clawse. The rest's just travel time." [/COLOR] Old conversation, old arguments, conforting in a way, to both of them. [COLOR="Plum"]"And I'll take the awn after that,"[/COLOR] softly grins the big alien. [/QUOTE]

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