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SPECIAL FORCES

Round 11

 

By the Cargo Bay Doors:

[GM] R4 lets DT guide him to the concealment of the crates.  He whistles a low tune of gratitude. Hiding seems like a good idea to him, especially as energies that his sensor's can't recognize bounce about under the hull of the Lightwing.
    To DT, the scene looks like something out of a shadow play. There are screams and sounds of struggle, beams of light seem to spring from people's hands, flares of silver and gold light flash against darkness.
    (Leslie -- I see that DT *finally* made her perception roll. <g>)

[DT]  DT stares wide-eyed at the scene under the blastboat.  No wonder the droid panicked.  She can't tear her eyes away as she escorts R4 to a safe cubby.
    "F*ck!  WhathaF*CK?!?" she mumbles.  "Awww, hell.  Ain't no Mafia I know does that kinda sh*t.  Damn!"  The rumpled tech looks down at R4.  "Jedi? Really???  F*ck!!!"  DT shakes her head to clear it.
    "'K, 'K, 'K.  Don' matter."  She bends down to talk to the Astromech. "Look, don' matter what's happenin'.  Our job is containment, right?"  DT nods her head encouragingly. "No one in.  No one out." She says firmly and hefts the modified blaster in her hand.  The girl stands where she can see both the large bay door that she and the droid are near, as well as the side door.  She watches both with edgy eyes.
 


 

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