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Ranger Mead tensed up slightly as Quin explained that he had heard some of the enemy coming and he quickly reached down to help haul Laeonas upright. If the Jedi needed to lean on someone for the first few steps then he was fine with being the one to lean on but his urgency was apparent to all of the Jedi present.
"Plant monsters, right?" he asked Laeonas, "They're gone, don't worry but other people are coming. Fecking shinies - Stormtroopers. The most dedicated of the dedicated from the beginning of the Empire."
Ushering the group to follow, he would head down the corridor he had dropped down into initially, keeping his blaster at the ready as he led the Jedi deeper into the facility, the floor beneath their feet sloping gradually ever downward. At this point the humans in the party would begin to feel their ears "pop" as the pressure began to mount.
"Spores are bad - they come from large flowers and from corpses so steer clear. Unfortunately some of the corpses aren't all dead and we'll need to put them down with a stunner or two." he warned Quin and Elidan specifically, "The doc says that both the troopers and the plants are from some of Palpatine's experiments with 'Force artefacts' or something. Something to do with old Jedi artefacts promoting life resulting in plants? I skipped ancient Force history in college."
Was always more of a huttball player in college anyway.
Reaching a fork in the tunnels, Mead cursed a little bit before slowing down. To the right the tunnel seemed to become significantly colder and the ever-present plant-life seemed to have avoided growing there. To the left, the tunnel was even more overgrown than was becoming typical for the underground complex.
"Doc said she was focusing on the plants - so that'd be left. But the troopers? From what I've seen from the vents they'd be down on the right. Pick our poison, Jedi... I'm just a cop out of his depth here."
As he was speaking the overgrown plant life rustled once before a barrage of poisoned barbs were sent rocketing in the direct of the group. Mead himself grunted as he was hit by one of the darts, cursing as his vision swam and he felt himself suddenly feeling lethargic.
"Feckin' plants...!"
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