Off On The Rim

[Mordane76]

Taking back over the comm, Korin goes to work. "We're verifying the safety of the Princess as we speak; one of the crew members delivered refreshment to her in the last few minutes, but we're going to double check. Who has the Prince? What should we be looking for?"

Thinking it over, Korin kills the outgoing mic again before shouting up to the cockpit. "Talon! Can't they track this broadcast?"

 

[Ankh-Morpork Guard]

Talon doesn’t let his voice betray his concern, “The princess is fine. Tell me who “they” are?”
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Even though Talon had handed off the comm, the voice continued speaking. More quietly and more frantically through blaster fire, "Don't know who they are! Not Imperial, for sure! Before we lost him, he Prince worried it was Black Sun."

 

[Festy_Dog]

"Should tell him to get the hell outta there!" Kluurz calls back, just getting the idea.

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

Damn slow post.

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

Talon Darkstrider: Human/Male (Scoundrel/Soldier)

Talon yells back, “Oh if their good, then chances are that they are tracking it, that’s why we are not going to be entertaining this guy for long!” As he scrambles into pilot’s chair he takes the opportunity to look out the windows of the cockpit.

The procedure memorized he starts to go down the preflight checks and yells back again, “Infact you have about 20 second to entertaining him before I need the comm!”

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

Lance tags the internal com to the Princess' quarters. "Your Highness, do you know a Nelin Pathran? There may be a situation. Please, remain calm."

 

[Ankh-Morpork Guard]

As he scrambles into pilot’s chair he takes the opportunity to look out the windows of the cockpit.

Looking out, Talon found the bay to be no different than they had left it. Above, the cover was still over the bay, keeping them inside and protected from the weather. Around, there was thankfully no one he could see.

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

"Talon, any plans on where to go now? If Pathran's right, and they have the Prince, we need a safehouse he doesn't know about. Any ideas?" Lance continually scans the windows and cameras.

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

Daos grins, eagerly waiting by the comm and listening with relish to each blaster shot. Oh, how he wished he was there...

"Finally. About damn time. Some action," he says aloud.

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

Daos grins, eagerly waiting by the comm and listening with relish to each blaster shot. Oh, how he wished he was there...

"Finally. About damn time. Some action," he says aloud.

"If all you wanted was to get shot at, I could have done that for you without any of the rest of us risking our lives. Not that I mind having something to do, I'd just rather it wasn't get shot at by people whose identities we don't know."