Claws against metal, doors being forced open and the ship being damaged. Oh. Dear. Mistress was going to be so displeased at the state of the vessel when she returned. No, she wouldn't blame him (considering what she's up against in the alternate thread), but this was a fine mess.
A fine mess he was so very not programmed for. Oh, dear. Why couldn't he have been a battle droid?
He never did drop the blaster--mostly because it was a request at someone other than his Mistress, who wasn't authorized to tell him to do so. He aims it in the dark, but, perhaps wisely, doesn't follow through with firing. "It's.. in the ship, oh. Maker, I am not programmed for this."
He's trying to follow the noise, but the way it echoes through the ship makes it difficult to follow, and he doesn't have a fancy targeting suite like a battle droid, or any advanced vision modes like the same.
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A fine mess he was so very not programmed for. Oh, dear. Why couldn't he have been a battle droid?
He never did drop the blaster--mostly because it was a request at someone other than his Mistress, who wasn't authorized to tell him to do so. He aims it in the dark, but, perhaps wisely, doesn't follow through with firing. "It's.. in the ship, oh. Maker, I am not programmed for this."
He's trying to follow the noise, but the way it echoes through the ship makes it difficult to follow, and he doesn't have a fancy targeting suite like a battle droid, or any advanced vision modes like the same.