06-12-2016, 02:53 AM
(This post was last modified: 06-12-2016, 03:02 AM by DM Nerdred.)
(06-11-2016, 08:05 PM)Dez Synn Wrote: Nodding to Long's suggestion, Dez only answers with a single word. "Yes."
She then better observes the Captain's attempts to apply the medi-pack to his own wounds. "Are you skilled in treating blaster wounds, Captain? I have a medi-pack for my own injury, but it is more likely I'd do more harm to myself in the attempt to apply it properly, than good."
"Skilled? Well I've had a lifetime of practice. I fought in the Clone Wars don't you know. Now those guys were real soldiers, not these Storm Troopers you've heard about. They can't shoot worth a damn! Too bad about that final order. But that's the way the black-hole crumbles. You seem to have a warrior's stamina Miss Synn, but I can help you when I'm done, mind you i'm no doctor."
"The pilot's gender! I haven't got a clue, but if Miss Synn hadn't brought it up I honestly would've assumed it was a male. Could be a droid for all I know. Hahaha!... I do know this though, he would have been sold here not long before my arrival, he, or she, or it, would know my ship, know her ship, and the enemies numbers and type. That is a start and enough for me to track down that pilot. I owe that brave pilot my life and more."
"Here's what I need from you both. Long, can you secure access to the control tower? We need a solid escape plan. Dez, can you track down where the slaves are being sold? I'll continue to make repairs on the ship. Do you have comunicators? If not I have some encrypted ones here. And, if you need weapons check out the weapons locker. I have just about anything you could want."
