Private Can't Have Chit in Nar Shadda

[Darth Dekaltis]

It only took a few minutes later before the girl slowly rose. And immediately, the girl looked to the droid with an utter facsination.

"Oooooo...free scrap!" She declared, looking to the droid with an aloof curiosity. "What makes you tick weird guy?"

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[Darth Malum of House Marr]

Motus despite being a protocol droid, could be far from considered great at dealing with organics. It expected a certain set of decorum that was already beyond most, and though it would not admit to anyone, including itself, its arrogance for all which was filled in its storage banks, made it ideal for its role as a protocol droid in some manners.

But in others, not at all.

It was no wonder that Motus and Malum got along well, Sibby making an annoying third, but still welcome compared to most organics.

Thus the woman on the cot awakened.

Spoke... that.

If it had eyelids, they would be blinking in utter... dread.

"Master Marr... your... guest, has awakened." Motus spoke through internal comms.

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As Malum set the Lochris on autopilot, and turned quickly back to the rear areas.

Only to be greeted with the bewildering sight of, an awakened Darth Dekaltis , and Motus standing as far away as physically possible.

He had no time to question that.

"Are you well, Dekaltis?" Malum spoke softly, giving her a quick up and down, she certainly looked rather well, apart from the singed skin.

 

[Darth Dekaltis]

She smiled, looking down at herself. She had a stitched up wound on her side. "I got stabbed!" She proclaimed, smiling as if that was an exciting prospect. "How did you do that spear thingy?"

Tag: Darth Malum of House Marr

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