Dolworth took his time. He moved from one chamber to another, ensuring that they were the only living people in the bunker. When they came across a large door he was about to grab some grenades when Rytt used a cylinder to open it. He grinned as he wandered what essentially was an armory.
“Jackpot!” Was all he could say at that point. He yanked an empty box from the corner of the room, using it to grab blaster pistols, rifles, and frag grenades. He frowned when he discovered no more Thermal Detonators.
“Must have been their last batch.” He noted out loud. He spotted a new DL-44 laying on one of the benches, grabbing it and strapping it to his left hip. Never hurts to keep a spare, he reasoned. He tossed a few more blasters in before closing up the box and grabbing another empty crate, “Are we taking that speeder?” He asked.
“Jackpot!” Was all he could say at that point. He yanked an empty box from the corner of the room, using it to grab blaster pistols, rifles, and frag grenades. He frowned when he discovered no more Thermal Detonators.
“Must have been their last batch.” He noted out loud. He spotted a new DL-44 laying on one of the benches, grabbing it and strapping it to his left hip. Never hurts to keep a spare, he reasoned. He tossed a few more blasters in before closing up the box and grabbing another empty crate, “Are we taking that speeder?” He asked.