Lord Wyron
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I'll be sure to note that. I wasn't sure how much the armor would protect. SO we'll probably need to find credits as well as a ship :P
My apologies. I had church today, then saw Godzilla and had my brother's birthday dinner. I got a post up, though.
Sektor remained silent, emotionless as the group continued on; simply watching as Ruusaan conducted 'aggressive negotiations'. "It would probably be best to keep a low-profile while we search. The last thing we need to hear is common rabble complaining of a trigger-happy Mandalorian pointing a gun at everything she sees." Sektor stated cooly as the trio kept walking, a few beeps emanating from his suit as it was monitoring different levels, the interior heat systems, vital life systems, the such.
Sektor let out a small sigh as they entered the small scrap-shop, free from the scalding sun if only for a temporary reprieve. He leaned up carelessly against one of the walls, his arms folding over his chest in waiting for the piece they sought. Likewise, his eyes were still active; constantly searching about for any Gamorreans or otherwise would-be assassins hoping to make a quick credit with Teemo.
He stood up sharply as Ruusaan shot the shopkeeper dead, unable to help a small smirk behind his visor as he knew this girl had her uses. Stepping forward, he noticed something else; a holocrama. In one swift, fluid motion he procured his vibroknife and drove it deep into the hull of the droid, watching it clunk to the ground like a heavy sack.
Sektor spun the blade around between his fingers before sheathing it on his calf once more. "Well, it appears we're quite famous here. Now that we have the part. Let's get the hell out of here." He growled, looking about for anymore assassins or cameras in the area.
He cocked his head to the side sharply as the Twi'lek slave dancer began shouting in a frantic tone towards Ruusaan. "Miss, do you know Basic?" Sektor asked sincerely to her, tilting his head calmly to the side; a habit.
Sektor let out a small sigh as they entered the small scrap-shop, free from the scalding sun if only for a temporary reprieve. He leaned up carelessly against one of the walls, his arms folding over his chest in waiting for the piece they sought. Likewise, his eyes were still active; constantly searching about for any Gamorreans or otherwise would-be assassins hoping to make a quick credit with Teemo.
He stood up sharply as Ruusaan shot the shopkeeper dead, unable to help a small smirk behind his visor as he knew this girl had her uses. Stepping forward, he noticed something else; a holocrama. In one swift, fluid motion he procured his vibroknife and drove it deep into the hull of the droid, watching it clunk to the ground like a heavy sack.
Sektor spun the blade around between his fingers before sheathing it on his calf once more. "Well, it appears we're quite famous here. Now that we have the part. Let's get the hell out of here." He growled, looking about for anymore assassins or cameras in the area.
He cocked his head to the side sharply as the Twi'lek slave dancer began shouting in a frantic tone towards Ruusaan. "Miss, do you know Basic?" Sektor asked sincerely to her, tilting his head calmly to the side; a habit.
I'm....almost always here >.>
Sektor's expression was hidden behind the visor of his helmet as Cor, the smuggler, spoke to them. "Concussive mini-rocket. It got the job done, didn't it?" He asked dryly, his voice more cruel than humorous. "If we can get to your ship, that would definitely be an advantage against our enemies; who no doubt won't sit still for long after that adrenaline rush."
Sektor tilted his head to the side slightly, as if gauging the man in front of him. "You're a pacifist, yes? We'll have to fix that. Our enemies will not share the notion of stunning us in favor of execution. You must learn the same. Kill, or be killed." He said, his voice turning dour as he spoke.
"But now, there is no time for long conversation. We must get out of here, now. How are we going to get to the ship and escape the guards?" He asked, looking around to see who would respond.
Sektor tilted his head to the side slightly, as if gauging the man in front of him. "You're a pacifist, yes? We'll have to fix that. Our enemies will not share the notion of stunning us in favor of execution. You must learn the same. Kill, or be killed." He said, his voice turning dour as he spoke.
"But now, there is no time for long conversation. We must get out of here, now. How are we going to get to the ship and escape the guards?" He asked, looking around to see who would respond.
Ok! Whatever works!
I believe we are waiting on you now, Helsing :D
Now, I believe another collab is in order, yes?
Posted!
At Ruusaan's statement, Sektor stepped forth; a small swagger to his step as his posture/pace seemed completely disinterested. "Allow me." He said, his voice sounding tinny and intimidating through the vocabulator inside his helmet.
Without skipping a beat, he hot his arm straight out in front of him, lowering his hand at the wrist as a small, sharp ping sounded as one of his concussive missiles loaded into place. Within seconds it fired off towards the four remaining combatants, instantly blasting one Gamorrean to pieces and blasting the arm off another while leaving a nasty burn on his face.
"It's time to leave!" Sektor shouted as he sprinted towards the front door in all the commotion, looking back shortly to see if his companions were following.
Without skipping a beat, he hot his arm straight out in front of him, lowering his hand at the wrist as a small, sharp ping sounded as one of his concussive missiles loaded into place. Within seconds it fired off towards the four remaining combatants, instantly blasting one Gamorrean to pieces and blasting the arm off another while leaving a nasty burn on his face.
"It's time to leave!" Sektor shouted as he sprinted towards the front door in all the commotion, looking back shortly to see if his companions were following.
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