Keleth says:
Moro looks around, a bit frantic at the news.
"G5! There's got to be another path. We can't fight off every stormtrooper here!"The follow up retort from G5 was a a mixture of surprise, anger, and something equivalent to a droid saying...I told you so...all in a gibberish of hi pitched squeals, whistles, and other noises that could only come from a droid.
Scrambling thru the base's protocols, with the fervor of wild metallic rancor, G5 isolates the subroutines for the automated waxing agent dispersal program for the section of the hallway that the troopers are in.
He sets the nozzle discharge pressure for extra high and summons the cleaning droids, all the while muttering to himself.
OOC
-activate subroutine to coat the floor area in-front of, and in-back of the patrol with a heavy coating of floor wax.
---Some one keeps those Imperial Black floors shiny
---The intent is to have the troopers lose there balance and slip trip and fall to the floor as the get coated with floor wax
---The cleaner droids come to "polish the floor" and if the troopers are there they get polished too
- Squawk and squeal at the incomprehensible gibberish to the team members
G5 leans in to the screen as he finishes accessing the subroutine...with a slow series of chirps he extends one of his small manipulator arms out and hovers over a big shiny red button..."DAWANKA DAh ditt Yonk", exclaimed the little droid.
With a gleefull squeal, G5, the Auto Wax System, and the team cleaning droids engage the Storm Trooper Patrol within the now coated section of the hallway...
OOC
-I picture this in slow motion to the musical theme song of the original Bad News Bears, as the eloquent dance of trooper wax and droid ensues in most comic fashion
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