Narrator: The bounty hunter and his smart-armor prep for some serious action...
DoytHaban: [doyt] Haban, give me a situation report.
DoytHaban: [haban] Everyone in the room is carrying small, concealed arms, except the blob in the corner, sir.
DoytHaban: [haban] He appears to have eaten a hand-held plasma cannon. It's a nice one, too.
DoytHaban: [doyt] Okay, haban. Disable their weapons, and get ready for trouble.
DoytHaban: [haban] I'm way ahead of you. It's already done. But if I may offer sir some tactical advice...
DoytHaban: [doyt] You may not. We're going to grab the doctor, and blast our way out. On three... Ready?
DoytHaban: [haban] Perhaps sir would like some help counting?
DoytHaban: [doyt] You're being cheeky again. I can tell.
Tagon:
Bunni:
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