Wait.
What was she thinking?
Helping the Hutts? You might as well have a big target on your back for all they did to kark up the galaxy. 'Reward' or not, she was pretty sure she could do a decent job slicing things herself and take the reward on her own. True, the IG droid was still deadly on its' own.
But if she could convince the other 'chosen', they could have a chance for themselves.
Grip tight, she glared down the droid through the visor of her helmet. She'd either go down in a hail of blaster fire from her comrades, or they could join up with her. She just had to choose her words wisely.
"Why were we chosen?"
The vocabulator buzzed in a flat tone. "I'm sure this one," she nodded to Newton, "could have sliced from any access port and bypassed the mainframe to the main computer at any terminal. This place is ancient. And considering your bosses..."
She lifted her blaster, glaring down the droid coldly. "I don't like them getting their grubby mitts on anything, much less something like those droids upstairs. I'd think we," she shrugged to both the shadowy one and the steel-skinned one, "could handle power like that better than your Clan. I'd prefer sharing the load with this lot than letting your bosses gain one iota of power back. Can't forget something like spreading the virus, after all," the bass tones snarled.
Hell, if they could access the mainframe themselves there could be a ready-made army to take down some of the zombies of those desperate planets themselves. Kark the Hutts, this close to the end of the line meant there had to be something more valuable than any elusive 'reward'.
"I recall we weren't given an exact reward, either." If the droid would try anything, she wouldn't hesitate to put a trio of blaster shots into its' metal skull or chassis. This was a risky gamble; either her companions would shoot her down themselves, or they would realize there was a more tangible reward by not cleaning up the Hutt mess that the Hutts left behind.
Again.
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What was she thinking?
Helping the Hutts? You might as well have a big target on your back for all they did to kark up the galaxy. 'Reward' or not, she was pretty sure she could do a decent job slicing things herself and take the reward on her own. True, the IG droid was still deadly on its' own.
But if she could convince the other 'chosen', they could have a chance for themselves.
Grip tight, she glared down the droid through the visor of her helmet. She'd either go down in a hail of blaster fire from her comrades, or they could join up with her. She just had to choose her words wisely.
"Why were we chosen?"
The vocabulator buzzed in a flat tone. "I'm sure this one," she nodded to Newton, "could have sliced from any access port and bypassed the mainframe to the main computer at any terminal. This place is ancient. And considering your bosses..."
She lifted her blaster, glaring down the droid coldly. "I don't like them getting their grubby mitts on anything, much less something like those droids upstairs. I'd think we," she shrugged to both the shadowy one and the steel-skinned one, "could handle power like that better than your Clan. I'd prefer sharing the load with this lot than letting your bosses gain one iota of power back. Can't forget something like spreading the virus, after all," the bass tones snarled.
Hell, if they could access the mainframe themselves there could be a ready-made army to take down some of the zombies of those desperate planets themselves. Kark the Hutts, this close to the end of the line meant there had to be something more valuable than any elusive 'reward'.
"I recall we weren't given an exact reward, either." If the droid would try anything, she wouldn't hesitate to put a trio of blaster shots into its' metal skull or chassis. This was a risky gamble; either her companions would shoot her down themselves, or they would realize there was a more tangible reward by not cleaning up the Hutt mess that the Hutts left behind.
Again.
@AutoFox @Painus
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