Star Wars: Republic and Empire (IC)

[drothgery]

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"This is a fully automated docking and repair bay. Your ships are not standard Imperial designs. Do you require fuel or repairs?" The droid doesn't seem too bright.
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[rpgramen]

"Hmph. It says our ships aren't Imperial, and wants to know if we need fuel or repairs." Khyber cloats, a bit perturbed that the droids were being problematic.

"Useless scrapheaps."

 

[possum]

Rosa frowns a bit before turning to two marines. "You two, watch the ships. Something about this whole thing stinks." She looks around the remaining group, checking their preparedness before heading towards the exit.

 

[Guest 11456]

Once they have arrived on the Imperial ship, Sarcia grabs her equipment and follows after the others. She pauses when the droid replies to the question. Then she nods and is ready to proceed into the ship.

 

[Blackrat]

Storm nods at his fellow jedi as they meet at the bay and then follows Rosa to the exit. He ignites the blade again and waits for someone to open the door.

[sblock=OOC]Meaning, Storm will position right next to the door, ready to "storm" in [/sblock]

 

[drothgery]

One of the marines opens the door, which leads to an unoccupied lift, not surprisingly.

 

[Shalimar]

"Going up? Are we going to seperate to cover the bridge and engineering, or will we stick together ma'am?" Istara asks shutting off her saber. Riding a lift wasn't very conducive to 4 lit energy swords after all.

 

[Shayuri]

Zenith, having been thoroughly perplexed by the droids, accompanies the others to the elevator.

"We need to find some actual living crew if we're going to find out what's going on here," she points out. "Splitting up's the fastest way to do that...lets just make sure we have a path to get back to each other in case we find a squad of marines waiting for us."

"So lets go level by level. Each level we'll split into two groups and stay in contact."

 

[Shalimar]

"I think thats up to the Commander Ze." Istara says, indicating Rosa, the person she'd meant the question for.

 

[rpgramen]

Keeping in tow with the pair of ever-moving Jedi, Khyber merely stands in silence inside the turbolift alongside his younger supreriors, the oxygen outflow from the flight helmet echoing in a slightly eerie sound reminiscent to a branch scraping ever so slightly against a piece of metal. Regardless of whatever orders the defacto XO decided upon, his orders remained unchanged -- stick to the Jedi girls like a Mynock sticks to power cables.

"We should split up." Udo rasps out, blunt and cocksure in his statement. "One group secures the bridge, the other scopes out the missing bucketheads. Boarding One-Oh-One." the burly warrior grunts, careful to muffle the last bit just in-case it was out-of-line.