Atton Rand (
stuck_mynock) wrote2009-06-02 10:08 pm
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[OOM] Ilum, Jedi Enclave.
They have all of an hour to get up, shower, have breakfast and get ready before Atton is rushing off, yelling back at Will and Guppy about how they should start making tracks.
Five minutes later, they arrive in the hangar bay, and Atton starts looking around for their snowspeeders. He's a little miffed when he sees what they have instead.
Furry animals, about halfway between mammal and flightless bird, with reins and harnesses.
"I thought we were getting snowspeeders, not tauntauns," he protests.
The Jedi he's talking to shakes their head, sadly. "Snowspeeders are all broken."
Five minutes later, they arrive in the hangar bay, and Atton starts looking around for their snowspeeders. He's a little miffed when he sees what they have instead.
Furry animals, about halfway between mammal and flightless bird, with reins and harnesses.
"I thought we were getting snowspeeders, not tauntauns," he protests.
The Jedi he's talking to shakes their head, sadly. "Snowspeeders are all broken."
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Will wants to be out of this weird place.
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"Glad to be gone from there."
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"We should be. I'd hope. We won't be completely safe until we're out of the system."
As Atton cocks his ear slightly, listening to something, there's a slight tickle of cold by Guppy's ear.
Then, the Clown is leaning there, close.
"Showtime."
He's gone in an instant, as something bright and burning comes zooming over the edge of the pit towards them. Atton flings a hand up, sending it flying away to one side, where it explodes.
Three figures come to the edge of the pit. They're droids, not unlike Teja's training droid, but silvery with blue eyes.
"Delighted Exclamation: Greetings, organics!"
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"I guess it would be too much to ask for one of you to secretly be HK and remember me as an ally." he mumbles, recognising the pattern of speech.
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"Overly Enthusiastic Introduction: I am HK-51!" One of them says.
"Similarly Enthusiastic Introduction: I am also HK-51!" The second says.
"Markedly More Enthusiastic Introduction: I, too, am HK-51!" The third says. "Euphemistic Reassurance: We are here to facilitate communications, and put an end to hostilities."
"I really wish our HK, HK-47, had come along on this trip," Atton murmurs to Guppy. "Their self-preservation modules would've forced them to obey him. Also, he could've made us some snacks."
He draws his blaster, aiming it at the droids.
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"At, just before they appeared, I saw the clown."
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So he keeps firing, hoping he can somehow take one down.
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Will gets in a hit on one of their eyes.
"Irritated Observation: My vision," the first HK-51 says, "is compromised. Enraged Command: Vaporise their fleshy organic bodies."
The droids level assault rifles at them, and start firing.
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It's odd. Feels more like being hit by a sledgehammer than being shot. He's sure the pain will kick in in a minute, but for the moment, he fires off a few more shots whilst being glad that he's not dead.
"I think I might have been shot." he says to Atton, in a disproportionately calm voice.
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One of the droid crumples as one of Will's shots sears through its neck. Atton spins his gun in his hand (show-off), before gunning down a second one.
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He looks at his arm; the bolt has struck the edge, leaving the bone broken and the skin burned. He lies as flat as he can without getting face frostbite and presses the burn to the ice.
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Atton mutters something about bounty hunters, and hurries towards Guppy, setting a hand to his arm and starting to heal it.
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"'m sorry." he whimpers, trying to sit up, in case reinforcements are coming.
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"Ye'll sit front o'me, Guppy an will be gone soon."
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He makes a mental note to ditch the shirt with the blaster hole in before he goes home.
"So there's a price on our heads?"
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