Star Wars - Rebellion

Izon lays down near the fire, content to listen to the others. It is quite apparent that he is most definately comfortable where he is.
 

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Oraltor agrees with Andre that the barracks would be a good place to rest, especially with the sizeable entourage. He will take another of the blaster rifles and accompany the young archaeologist, all the while sounding out the word gnarkhreiwee to himself.
 

"That's great, kid." Calven took the helmet with an uncommonly and quite possibly ironically reverent air, "The past defines us even in the present and the lessons learned now will serve us into the future." He handed off the device gingerly to LE-3PO as he spoke, "Leo, can you see if you can't rip open the comms and fuse it up to something we can use to keep tabs on the Imps?" The narrowing of his eyes could, under the right light, have be taken as a wink.

The banter arising brought a thin grimace of a smile to Calven's lips. Young people... "I think we're good as long as we stick together. I think Izon could do with all rest he can get, and the tracks lead out back of this place right here... I'd rather they not get obscured by our stumbling about in the poor light. Besides, Andre, I think we could do with your skills right now" His hand gesture encompassed the protocol droid with the 'trooper helmet. "Think you can slice it?"
 

OOC: As you folks are pretty intent on discussing where you plan to sleep and what to do with the Stormtrooper helmets, I'll hold off on posting until you all hash these things out. I like the interaction that is going on now.
 


The grin never leaves Ryn's face. "Sleep well, Professor Jokairo!"

Ryn follows the passage of the helmet to the protocol droid: "Hey, Leo, see if you can process this: do whatever you have to, to the inside of that helmet. However, if the outside of the helmet is damaged or otherwise cannot perch atop my Wookiee friend's head, in any way whatsoever, I trade you to my Jawa friends on Tatooine for an R2 unit. And after the ionisation, and the memory wipe, you get to enjoy your next incarnation in an extensively multi-cultural career taking beverage orders at the Mos Eisele cantina. Best of luck with the comm hack!"

Ryn walks over toward the river near where he and Izon deposited the bodies, to see if any haven't drifted too far downstream...
 
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Leo stands somewhat dumbfounded at Ryn's comments, and as he watches Ryn turn to leave, something almost spontaneously clicks in his processor, bringing on a flood of recollections of Dellin Sandow. He quickly passes the helmet to Andre saying "Hold on to this for a second, would you? I have something to take care of. I'll be right back."

Leo begins shuffling after Ryn at top speed to catch him before he goes out of sight. When he does, Leo speaks in a completely different tone, practically channeling his old owner.

"Now you just hold on a second, Ryn. We need to have us an understanding. You may not have noticed, but what I'm about to do, and what I have been doing has been for all of our benefits. This includes you." With this, Leo angrily jabs at Ryn's shoulder with a metal finger.

"I don't know about you, but I have never appreciated threats from other people, particularly when they're wholly unneccesary. I realise you organic types aren't exactly the most logical of beings, but if that blasted fancy hard hat means so much to you, then you go and get yourself one of the other two out there, and you can shine them up and play `Troopers and Rebels` to your little heart's content. Now, I try to be pleasant when I can, but it does get pretty difficult when I'm being talked down to by someone that barely even knows me."

Leo returns to his usual pleasant self, saying "Well! I've got some work to do, all part of that `helping to keep all of us alive` business, you know? You go have fun!"

Leo begins walking back, then pauses and looks back at Ryn.

"By the way, if I ever even think that you're going to try something smart with me, you know, like you mentioned earlier... I still know how to get in touch with my old boss's business associates, and trust me, they can all have you sleeping with the khaas'tha adders before you can blink."

Leo turns back again, and raises a hand above his shoulder in a "see ya later" gesture as he leaves.
 
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While Leo is off with Ryn Andre will try his best to slice the helmet to get something of use out of it. Once this has been accomplished Andre will hand it back to Leo.

Then He will get up and look around,"Ok, so we have a building with beds in it and an open air building where the animals and bugs of this world can come and sleep with us if they please. I can't wait to goto sleep now."

With that said he will walk to the most deserted part the open air building and sit down.

Three dead people treated like nothing more then fish food and now this, I think I should have stayed home.
 

Ryn figured the droid wouldn't understand his (admittedly) rather ill-advised threat, and sure enough, Ryn hadn't got more than about 20 feet toward the river when he heard Leo walking up to him. What he wasn't prepared for (at least, at first) was the counter-argument. Or the prod in the shoulder.

Hmm. So he does have a threat mechanism. Damn shame it doesn't react to gnarkrheiwee.

"but if that blasted fancy hard hat means so much to you, then you go and get yourself one of the other two out there, and you can shine them up and play `Troopers and Rebels` to your little heart's content..."
THAT did it.

Ryn's hand strayed to his blaster.

Leo turns back again, and raises a hand above his shoulder in a "see ya later" gesture as he leaves.
No. I refuse to lose control THAT way.Ryn's hands went down to his sides. Nonetheless, his angry self took over, and he jogged back to continue his "discussion" with the 3PO unit, until he reached his shoulder, and tugged. As he got within microns of Leo's face, he barely paused for breath.

"No, no, no, mister. This is NOT over.

See, where I grew up in the Maw, among the ORGANICS, we have this illogical little thing called HONOR. I'll spare you the circuit burn it would take to digest that concept, but know one thing:

My illogical little human mind places a BIG, FAT, HAIRY deal of importance on that specific helmet, since, as you heard me say before, it is the fruit of my first direct act of Rebellion against this Empire. I'll also add that it could result in, at minimum, me joining my father in the spice mines.

And considering that I landed the ship without killing us, slew three waffleheads, treated our wounded, AND sanitized the result, I think I'm entitled to just a little more consideration for my feelings than I've been getting from you and Mr. I-Can't-Be-Bothered-To-Lift-A-Finger-To-Fight-The-Empire over there.

The good news is, when I GET that consideration, I'll treat YOU with the same amount, and not cast hideous aspersions on your marketability in the Outer Rim. Is ANY of this GETTING THROUGH?"

"NOW. It just so happens, I was headed back to the river to see if I could find you another wafflehead helmet to rip apart, if you'd only WAIT to see if I could. I don't know why it requires major mechanical surgery to pull the frequency numbers off a comlink, but if you'll access your short term memory, I was willing to let you do that to MY potential heirloom, just so long as I could have the shell, intact.

You know, I DO appreciate what you've done for us, and you're more than just a hunk of circuitboard to me, if you want to know the truth.

But you're also pissing me off.

STOP IT!!"
 
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