Chapter 1b: Crashing the party

Snipe finds nothing between the cylinders, but as he begins to open the cylinders, he suddenly finds himself face to face-plate with a short human, hiding in one of them. He was wearing some sort of out-of-date respirator over his mouth, which was probable the source of the noise.



"Ah Poodoo!" he says in surprise. His tone was one of resignation, more than fear. He doesn't make any sudden moves, but he doesn't immediately exit his hiding place either, and as far as Snipe can tell, he appears to be completely unarmed.

Even though I don't really need to I am going to roll deception to conceal my Mesh tape dispenser.

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The droid responded as best it could to Mara's questions. "[Answering statements]No, every place is watched. There is always Corridor 1A, but again, being watched."

"The autoturrets will only kill the intruders. We are monitoring them quiet closely."

"Of course I am in communication with the bridge at this time. They are receiving a constant holofeed. How else do you think they know where you intruding meatbags are to spring their traps? Correction: I wasn't suppose to mention that. Request deletion from your memory banks."

The man accepts Snipes hand and clambers out of the cylinder , and dusts himself off. He removes the respirator and breaths a gulp of, relatively, fresh air. The 3 droids trained their guns on him, ready to fulfill their new primary directive of defending the party.


"Well, storage cylinders aren't well known for being ventilated, hence the respirator." he holds up what appears to be a small tank of air attached rather crudely to the respirator. "As to why I was in there, it was mostly to avoid whoever had been blowing holes in my ship, and scrapping my droids. . . And reprogramming them from the looks of it!" There was a hint of actually incredulity in his voice, and he stared rather accusingly at all three of them.