The droid gave a medical sign, before injecting the Neimodian with something. "He is under."
"Barely. I think I will have to put him under until we can get to a bacta tank."
"He is stable." the medical droid would say to Balderich as the Jedi approached.
"I agree. Your logic did not compute." the droid would say, before walking back to the cockpit.
Scorn would stare back before returning to read Toward Peace.
"Don't lie to me!" the Inquisitor snapped. "I can feel your fear... does it frighten you that I can kill you with a mere gesture?" he then grabbed...
The Inquisitor removed his helmet, snarling, revealing his pointed, yellow teeth.
"You seem unsettled, soldier." he grinned.
"You are correct. I am a Super Series Tactical Droid. Colonel Pok has sustained heavy injuries. He is being attended too by a Medical unit."...
The Super Tactical Droid approached Balderich.
"Are you injured? I am General Metris." The Droid introduced himself.
"Whatever takes your fancy, Clench. Lead and we'll follow." Nightsinger says, and Sarge nods.
The Super Tactical Droid leant out of the shuttle,...
"Run you fool!" Pok called to Balderich as the Shuttle edged closer toward the ground.
Nightsinger would also emerge in standard Imperial fatigues, noticing but choosing to ignore Clench's self admitted breach of protocol.
"Told you." the trooper whispered back.
The droids would stop attacking as Pok was used as shield, allowing themselves to be torn apart by the...
"Quiet, he might hear you." the trooper nudged him back.
"You! Get back into line!" a Sergeant said to him.
"Uh, I guess I'll come." Sarge conceded. "But I'm staying in armour."
Pok slipped from reality as everything went...
"Well, this vehicle can be returned to the main base. Track down other potential rebel cells, and use this to destroy them. With ground and air...
"Good, Captain, good." the Inquisitor chuckled.
He walked into the rumble, kicking at a charred door. "Very good indeed."
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