The twin Rodians on their assault did not expect such resistance, much less from flamethrowers. The one attacking
Varm Nul
would screech loudly and start jumping off towards a different section of the Hanger Bay, actually caught on fire. A good idea to be honest, if acid won't do it, fire can! The other Rodian would also break pursuit, noticing them fleeing the scene in particular. Without much prey to follow, they merely were ready to lick their own wounds, having backed off with one of them with some pretty bad burns.
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The words of Azar, this human Azanti he was going to try and predict from the tendrils sticking out of his face, was before him. The group that was in front he was questioning earlier were now off to the side as two of the slaves near the doorway seemed spooked and backed up. Sitting on the impromtu throne, his fingers tapping onto the ends of the stone thrones arms, he spoke with that gritted voice.
"The word I been told, meant conqueror, freedom...rogue slave. I assure you, I am not the later of which they so speak of. I came to this world for a few deals...a few deals, that seemed to have fallen through specturally."
His ability to sense in the Force was extremely dull, he had no true ability to figure out if a Force Sensitive was nearby or not without focusing on the individual purposely. Leaning back on the throne, he did not know the individual and while killing the person quickly would get him back on schedule, he did entertain the idea of wondering who this person was or how the person got past a lot of rather hungry and vicious just made killers.
"I am now curious how you got in here. Cane either represents nobility, power or injury, I do not believe for a second the third option is even close to viable. What is your reason to be here on the eve of this...great escape."
Varm Nul Azar Kortun Sly Chance Sal Katarn A'ti Amun Ferro the Hutt BB-G4 Hachi X-0
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The words of Azar, this human Azanti he was going to try and predict from the tendrils sticking out of his face, was before him. The group that was in front he was questioning earlier were now off to the side as two of the slaves near the doorway seemed spooked and backed up. Sitting on the impromtu throne, his fingers tapping onto the ends of the stone thrones arms, he spoke with that gritted voice.
"The word I been told, meant conqueror, freedom...rogue slave. I assure you, I am not the later of which they so speak of. I came to this world for a few deals...a few deals, that seemed to have fallen through specturally."
His ability to sense in the Force was extremely dull, he had no true ability to figure out if a Force Sensitive was nearby or not without focusing on the individual purposely. Leaning back on the throne, he did not know the individual and while killing the person quickly would get him back on schedule, he did entertain the idea of wondering who this person was or how the person got past a lot of rather hungry and vicious just made killers.
"I am now curious how you got in here. Cane either represents nobility, power or injury, I do not believe for a second the third option is even close to viable. What is your reason to be here on the eve of this...great escape."
Varm Nul Azar Kortun Sly Chance Sal Katarn A'ti Amun Ferro the Hutt BB-G4 Hachi X-0