"He's your friend? We're your friends now too," The Bothan says while the Wookie adds an agreement, "My name's Aryem, that's Twen. We're the oldest." Overhead a large gun fires at something. They seem to be in a space too tight for fighting.
Inside the warehouse, Cassian's waiting and as the smoke clears, firing at troopers. When he shifts position, a bolt get him on the leg and he wraps a quick bandage to keep from dripping too much.
As he makes his way toward the alley, staying out of sight, his comm gives a series of beeps, an older code for when there's trouble. He replies with his status and takes up the info on the scattered troopers around him.
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Date: 2018-04-27 03:27 am (UTC)Inside the warehouse, Cassian's waiting and as the smoke clears, firing at troopers. When he shifts position, a bolt get him on the leg and he wraps a quick bandage to keep from dripping too much.
As he makes his way toward the alley, staying out of sight, his comm gives a series of beeps, an older code for when there's trouble. He replies with his status and takes up the info on the scattered troopers around him.