"You got it." Vex said, still looking at the relic of a ship. " That thing looks like it's from the Old Republic era. Looks older than dirt." He took one last look and then started for the cargo ramp, pulling up his flight suit slipping his arms back in the sleeves. Passing one of the Doctor's patients, he picked up their blaster rifle," Gonna borrow this, I'll give it back once you get transferred over to the other ship." He looked around and shouted," Hey Late! Come on, time to earn our keep!"
Satan: Hey, ummm....you sold me your soul last week and-- Me: Sorry, no returns. Satan: Yeah, it's just it's a lot more twisted than I thought and-- Me: No returns.
Jessa returns the stares of everyone evenly and shrugs. Listening to the instructions given by Alio, Jessa simply nods and says to Zone, "Ok, let's get over there."
"They say that all the world is a stage. But obviously the play is unrehearsed and everyone is adlibbing their lines! Maybe that's why it's so hard to figure out if we're in a tragedy or a farce. We need more special effects and dance numbers." -- Calvin & Hobbes
Post by Renekin Skywalker on Apr 14, 2014 21:46:56 GMT -5
A few moments later, the Two Left Feet clunked, locked, hissed, clattered, clunked and hissed again.
Then the coffee maker died. (Sorry, needed a little levity, there.)
"Apologize," Late beeped. "Coffeemaker = bad airlock interface."
The Airlocks eventually opened to a waiting area on the other ship.
As the four - Vex, Jessa, Late and Zone - stepped into the waiting area, their eyes barely could adjust to the darkness before the lights flshed on. There was a thin layer of dust on the never-used seats, and on the protocol droid standing idle.
Suddenly! It's eyes flashed on.
Zone stepped back, its taser armed.
"Greetings," it said, to Zone, receiving a disparraging remark in respondse. "Well."
"Greetings," it said again, looking at Jessa and Vex. "I am M-3T0, welcome to the Whisper.."