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<blockquote data-quote="Binder Fred" data-source="post: 6018031" data-attributes="member: 63746">Sloor returns it: well it went well, what are you going to do? &quot;Gawd wawrk, Demaws man,&quot; compliments the big alien with a whisper and a shake of the little blue guy's shoulder. &quot;We make a frekking gawd team!&quot; But then, so much for Darga's 'catch him doing something traitorous' operation...What's next? Figuring out *which* refinery Darga's using on Bespin? Getting those two spirks out of the basement somehow? (Of course - a spike of wry humour at the back of his avian brain as he takes his wide brown eyes off the negotiator's retreating back for just a second, surveying the throne room and the reactions of those within it - there's still plenty of time for the roof to cave in, ain't it?)[OOC]Perception on high for Sloor and TB until the negotiator leaves. <a href="http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3701949/" target="_blank">1d20+3=10, 1d20+9=11</a>. Hm, well, never mind then. <img src="http://www.enworld.org/forum/images/smilies/cry.png"&nbsp; class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":.-(" title="Cry&nbsp; &nbsp; :.-(" data-shortname=":.-(" />Assuming the roof does *not* cave in during that time:[/OOC]&quot;Well that cinches it.&quot; He turns to face the reclining crime lord, holding what's left of the Tiharr up high in triumphant salute: &quot;Cangratulatians, Nawble Awne! You've wan this awne hands dawn! A hand! A hand fawr the Nawble Lawrd!&quot; and he starts clapping with his own lower set.[OOC]Trying to get an ovation going from the gathered crowd. Shouldn't be too hard, considering they're all working for the guy. <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f609.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=";)" title="Wink&nbsp; &nbsp; ;)"&nbsp; data-smilie="2"data-shortname=";)" />[/OOC]&lt;Response Darga?&gt;Just then Sloor notices the flashing light on his comm...</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Binder Fred, post: 6018031, member: 63746"] Sloor returns it: well it went well, what are you going to do? [COLOR="Plum"]"Gawd wawrk, Demaws man,"[/COLOR] compliments the big alien with a whisper and a shake of the little blue guy's shoulder. [COLOR="Plum"]"We make a frekking gawd team!"[/COLOR] But then, so much for Darga's[I] 'catch him doing something traitorous'[/I] operation... What's next? Figuring out *which* refinery Darga's using on Bespin? Getting those two spirks out of the basement somehow? (Of course - a spike of wry humour at the back of his avian brain as he takes his wide brown eyes off the negotiator's retreating back for just a second, surveying the throne room and the reactions of those within it - there's still plenty of time for the roof to cave in, ain't it?) [OOC]Perception on high for Sloor and TB until the negotiator leaves. [url=http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3701949/]1d20+3=10, 1d20+9=11[/url]. Hm, well, never mind then. :.-( Assuming the roof does *not* cave in during that time:[/OOC][COLOR="Plum"]"Well that cinches it."[/COLOR] He turns to face the reclining crime lord, holding what's left of the Tiharr up high in triumphant salute:[COLOR="Plum"] "Cangratulatians, Nawble Awne! You've wan this awne hands dawn! A hand! A hand fawr the Nawble Lawrd!"[/COLOR] and he starts clapping with his own lower set. [OOC]Trying to get an ovation going from the gathered crowd. Shouldn't be too hard, considering they're all working for the guy. ;)[/OOC][COLOR="Gray"]<Response Darga?>[/COLOR] Just then Sloor notices the flashing light on his comm... [/QUOTE]

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