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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Binder Fred" data-source="post: 5388869" data-attributes="member: 63746">Sloor shakes himself out of the mood and holds up his hand, sharply asking for silence... Tense seconds squeeze by as they listen -- for alarms, for armoured footsteps running their way, for anything besides the felucian’s growls and the quiet dripping of bacta fluid from the shattered tank...«Perception Sloor: <a href="http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2783260/" target="_blank">1d20=19</a>«Perception TB: <a href="http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2783260/" target="_blank">1d20+9=25</a>«Assuming nothing:“Looks like we made it.” Breathing a sigh of relief, the besalisk quickly moves over to the other side of the table and starts patting down the doctor for any valuables – a security card would be very, very nice indeed! “TB, you think you can whip us up a batch awf sleep gas frawm the stuff we have here? Stawkade’s right awn the awther sid awf the hall, and you’ve gawt taw knaw that place is watched, secured AND guarded.” He explains to the others.“First aid and advanced chemistry are not the same,” patiently explains the droid with a doubtful look at the varied chemicals racked against the far wall. “Besides, won’t the troopers be wearing their helmets?”“Frek! You’re right.” Wouldn’t do to take out the prisoners and leave the guardians standing, now would it? “Fawrget that then... Batan baw, you went clawsest taw thawse dawrs taw the nawrth: where daw they lead taw?” «Anything of value on the good doctor, possum? Security card clipped to his chest, maybe?</blockquote>

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