Continuation from "The Frog Doth Eclipse the Sun"
They were standing in the small storage compartment of Preef's ship, which wasn't well chosen for it was too small to fit two sentients and two droids while still giving room to move about. Meta Ring was tied up and sitting on the durasteel floor, his eyes burning with an intense desire to turn the droids into scrap and beat the rodian into an unrecognizable pulp. Preef wasn't planning to indulge him and hoped neither did the droid...
V3PO had made clear that he wanted to be the lead on the interrogation and Preef had somewhat reluctantly agreed, "Just remember we gotta deliver him to Metalorn intact." Upon hearing their intention with him, Meta tensed up in a sudden flare of white anger; "Metalorn!? You're a hunter now!? You kriffing little frog I'm gonna dissect you and feed you to your Crimson Dawn dogs!"
Preef looked at Meta like he pitied him, "I guess he only really needs to be alive, but that is a pretty vague requirement, Veepee." Then he turned around and gave the droid some room as he left the storage room and headed for his dispenser. A good glass of Bantha milk and some glitterdust mixed through and he'd be good for a couple of hours watching all that drama on Corellia.
@Malon
They were standing in the small storage compartment of Preef's ship, which wasn't well chosen for it was too small to fit two sentients and two droids while still giving room to move about. Meta Ring was tied up and sitting on the durasteel floor, his eyes burning with an intense desire to turn the droids into scrap and beat the rodian into an unrecognizable pulp. Preef wasn't planning to indulge him and hoped neither did the droid...
V3PO had made clear that he wanted to be the lead on the interrogation and Preef had somewhat reluctantly agreed, "Just remember we gotta deliver him to Metalorn intact." Upon hearing their intention with him, Meta tensed up in a sudden flare of white anger; "Metalorn!? You're a hunter now!? You kriffing little frog I'm gonna dissect you and feed you to your Crimson Dawn dogs!"
Preef looked at Meta like he pitied him, "I guess he only really needs to be alive, but that is a pretty vague requirement, Veepee." Then he turned around and gave the droid some room as he left the storage room and headed for his dispenser. A good glass of Bantha milk and some glitterdust mixed through and he'd be good for a couple of hours watching all that drama on Corellia.
@Malon