TR-117
Nov 12th, 2005, 07:31:06 AM
*THSST*
-The unkept rodent was overwhelmed by the disrupter blast, it's wet remains dripped down the wall as it mingled with the various lethal toxic fumes.-
"I know this is only suppose to be a target calibration...."
-Overkill would be an understatement.-
"...but a freak'in sewer?!?"
-An advanced combat droid hunting sewer rats in the foulest corners of the Coruscant underworks; the sight was most likely the most ridiculous thing to ever be seen.-
"...they said 'Oh, don't worry, there are bigger things down there as well'......"
-If he had eyebrows they'd be arched in despair.-
"....yeah, more freak'in rats."
-A fleeting motion in the dark, the cydroids targeting system paved the way for an instant shot in it's direction; two down, two hundred and thirty five million, six hundred and fifty seven thousand, four hundred and ninty eight more to go.
Give or take a few hundred thousand.-
-The unkept rodent was overwhelmed by the disrupter blast, it's wet remains dripped down the wall as it mingled with the various lethal toxic fumes.-
"I know this is only suppose to be a target calibration...."
-Overkill would be an understatement.-
"...but a freak'in sewer?!?"
-An advanced combat droid hunting sewer rats in the foulest corners of the Coruscant underworks; the sight was most likely the most ridiculous thing to ever be seen.-
"...they said 'Oh, don't worry, there are bigger things down there as well'......"
-If he had eyebrows they'd be arched in despair.-
"....yeah, more freak'in rats."
-A fleeting motion in the dark, the cydroids targeting system paved the way for an instant shot in it's direction; two down, two hundred and thirty five million, six hundred and fifty seven thousand, four hundred and ninty eight more to go.
Give or take a few hundred thousand.-