"Alright. Just thought I'd offer." With that, he vanishes into his room. About...oh, two-three minutes later, he emerges in his stormtrooper armor, only the helmet removed. The blaster is awkwardly holstered (wrong blaster type, after all), and his helmet is in hand. In the meantime, the racket outside has gotten a bit louder. "Alright. Let's go get Petra, and then we can deal with Achilles."
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Date: 2007-02-19 05:28 am (UTC)