The Fun Part

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Rook shrugged.

"It's Zeltros. Usually it's safe to assume everyone is into everything, from my experience."

Not that I have much of that anyway.

"As for the ladies...I've no comment."

Never really was much of a charmer.

He was quickly being reminded of the reasons why he wasn't fond of these party worlds. Rook did not understand people entirely well -- talking to women was like trying to communicate with a Geonosian without a translator. The ones he understood served with him. The rest? Civilians; the sort the rest of the Dreadguard were not fond of in the least. They never understood his folks, and they would never understand the regulars. He'd resigned himself to that.

Right now? He was wishing he hadn't.

They passed a small alley, and his datapad whirred to life. A big blue dot flashed in the corner of the radar. That was it! Tugging on Tiam's arm, Rook made a sharp turn down the alley, a hand going for his knife. Four bright green eyes stared down at the duo from a balcony above. They rose up into the darkness, and two long metallic appendages stretched forward.

"Persistent one, aren't you?" It growled in deep baritone, "And you've brought a friend. Pantoran too? We could use that."

The droid lowered itself from the balcony with an elegance one would not expect from an automaton. It was as Rook had described it; three meters tall, six legs, big green eyes, and blasters protruding from each appendage.

"It would be wise not to move."

[member="Tiam Bai"]

 

[Tiam Bai]

"I don't..."


Tiam immediately cut herself off. She was going to say ' I don't live here ' in terms of his thoughts on her sexual preferences. If she revealed the fact she wasn't a native well then...credits were going out the window. Instead she put on her best frustrated look (not hard) and continued on with him. It was getting a little darker now, less glitzy advertising for bars and nightclubs.


[member="Rook"] was suddenly getting excited by blue dots on his readouts. Suddenly the weird talking spider-droids he had been prattling on about all night were in clear view. Tiam hadn't seen anything like it in her life. Part of her was fascinated by them and the other part horrified.


It told her not to move. She moved anyways, immediately running towards what looked like an abandoned warehouse.

 

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Rook parted his lips to warn the woman. Unfortunately, she seemed quite convinced that running was her best option. Rook knew it wasn't, but he did not have the chance to convey such. A bolt of bright green energy crashed into his chest, rendering his limbs useless. His body crumpled to the ground; eyes staring unblinking up toward the sky. The droid had hit him with a stun bolt. Moments later, consciousness left him.

The Architect turned on the Pantoran, its weapon whirring. One would have more than a little difficulty evading its pinpoint accuracy. After a moment of taking aim, the metallic-spider creature unleashed a torrent of bright yellow stun bolts. There was no point in killing the duo now. It knew of the male human -- one who had been hunting its kind for some time. The Pantoran? She was young enough for breeding. The Monitor would be pleased.

"You should not have run." The Architect mumbled, moving to pick up its quarry. If the Pantoran escaped, then she was free to roam. If not, then she and Rook would soon awaken in a small cargo space tied to two chairs.

[member="Tiam Bai"]