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It had been a pretty grueling six hours.
Atton'd received the mission early that morning: a Neimoidian dignitary had gone missing while performing an inspection of a major industrial facility in orbit around Nerf Herder Central Backwater, Mid-Rim, presumed to be kidnapped. He'd painstakingly broken into the facility without setting off any of the alarms, and found the dignitary alive and well, but kept hostage due to something something Neimoidian trade disputes gave him a headache.
His main priority was getting the guy out.
And now they were almost there. Almost.
"Can we... just... rest... a moment... master Jedi?" the Neimoidian wheezed.
Atton banged his head back against the wall. "This is the fifth 'rest' you've asked for," he snapped. "Don't you get it's just a matter of time before--"
The door behind them slammed shut.
Loud alarms blared a shrill warning tune.
Red lights flickered on behind him.
Atton spat out an impressive range of Twi'lekki profanity. "Great!" he snapped. "Now we've got to find another way out of here! Thanks!"
Thump. The Neimoidian didn't respond; he crumpled to the floor and banged his head off of a pipe on the way down.
"Did you just faint?" Atton asked, incredulously. "Space. You did! You fainted! What kind of a pointless fop are you?!" He slid his hand into his pocket to produce his comlink. "...and all frequencies are now jammed. Fantastic. You know, I could've been sitting in the Hawk drinking a nice, refreshing glass of juma juice right now--"
His senses shouted an angry warning into the back of his head. "Space! I hate everything!"
He grabbed the Neimoidian and tried to lift him onto his shoulders, to limited success. Why did these people need to be so big? The guy was heavy, too. No time to linger on that, though. Surely somebody put in some grates or something around here...?
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Atton'd received the mission early that morning: a Neimoidian dignitary had gone missing while performing an inspection of a major industrial facility in orbit around Nerf Herder Central Backwater, Mid-Rim, presumed to be kidnapped. He'd painstakingly broken into the facility without setting off any of the alarms, and found the dignitary alive and well, but kept hostage due to something something Neimoidian trade disputes gave him a headache.
His main priority was getting the guy out.
And now they were almost there. Almost.
"Can we... just... rest... a moment... master Jedi?" the Neimoidian wheezed.
Atton banged his head back against the wall. "This is the fifth 'rest' you've asked for," he snapped. "Don't you get it's just a matter of time before--"
The door behind them slammed shut.
Loud alarms blared a shrill warning tune.
Red lights flickered on behind him.
Atton spat out an impressive range of Twi'lekki profanity. "Great!" he snapped. "Now we've got to find another way out of here! Thanks!"
Thump. The Neimoidian didn't respond; he crumpled to the floor and banged his head off of a pipe on the way down.
"Did you just faint?" Atton asked, incredulously. "Space. You did! You fainted! What kind of a pointless fop are you?!" He slid his hand into his pocket to produce his comlink. "...and all frequencies are now jammed. Fantastic. You know, I could've been sitting in the Hawk drinking a nice, refreshing glass of juma juice right now--"
His senses shouted an angry warning into the back of his head. "Space! I hate everything!"
He grabbed the Neimoidian and tried to lift him onto his shoulders, to limited success. Why did these people need to be so big? The guy was heavy, too. No time to linger on that, though. Surely somebody put in some grates or something around here...?
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