by hobbes » Sun Aug 01, 2010 10:25 pm
The wounded stormtrooper weakly raises his head to gaze up at Orgaloth. "I'm Trooper CR-472. I don't believe I have much longer, so pain is not as convincing as it might otherwise be," he briefly glances at Zylia seeing her face tighten ever so slightly. "I'd like food. Food that is not from a blasted cafeteria, and not made from cold, pre-packaged rations. Good food. I want to eat something good to eat one more time."
He pauses for a few moments to see if Orgaloth will make any attempt at getting him decent food, "Don't even know who you are, so didn't know you were coming. Quedda said you were following him and we needed to take you out... We tried," he says shrugging weakly.
In the main room, continuing the introductions:
"Mon Calamari Medic at your service. The name is Zylia, and I'm decent in a fight, but far better at cleaning up after it," she says as she bows with a flourish.
"The name is Blaine, and I'm a Communications and Encryption expert," the Bothan chimes in. "With absolutely no people skills," Zylia adds with a giggle. Blaine gives her a withering glare.
After everyone appears to have made whatever introductions they are going to, Zaybo pipes up again, "I will do a little digging and see what I can come up with for Gazer and his ship. It would probably be a good idea for you to go and reassure your backup at the cantina in the meantime. Also, see about finding a way to contact them as the battle may or may not take place at the cantina. Meet back here as soon as you are done, and we will go over what we've found out as well as come up with a plan-of-action."
"Stormtrooper, are you going with them or staying here?" Zaybo queries Ryn.
A lack of planning on your part does not constitute an emergency on my part.