The vibro-shiv did nothing but leave shiny streaks on the twins' dull platings. A looked down at the thin scrape on his torso, which had cut open a strap holding a blaster pistol. The fully loaded DL-44 pistol sagged down to the droids lower waistline and fell out of its holster, clattering to the ground. A then looked at B. B looked at A, and then swiftly reached out to no-look neck-lift Vivek, before tossing him into a brick wall right next to the blaster.
"Resistance is futile...." the droids said flatly, turning to look at their still mistaken 'bounty', before B grabbed a foot and began dragging Vivek like a little kid dragging a stuffed teddy bear doll, down the sidewalk, with onlookers aplenty. Nobody was brave enough to interrupt, or smart enough to recognise, the travesty of mistaken identity being perpetrated by a pair of scary looking droids, whom were obviously packing some serious heat, and didn't give a flizz about much of anything else besides the bounty at hand.
"Resistance is futile...." the droids said flatly, turning to look at their still mistaken 'bounty', before B grabbed a foot and began dragging Vivek like a little kid dragging a stuffed teddy bear doll, down the sidewalk, with onlookers aplenty. Nobody was brave enough to interrupt, or smart enough to recognise, the travesty of mistaken identity being perpetrated by a pair of scary looking droids, whom were obviously packing some serious heat, and didn't give a flizz about much of anything else besides the bounty at hand.
