Sep 30, 2007 21:28
After several minutes of rushing towards the hangar bay, Atton and Sam grind to a halt when faced with a doorway blocked by HK-50, flanked by two silvery war-droids.
It turns to look at them, eyes glowing.
"Weary Exclamation: How delightful. Though the organic-with-glasses continues to evade me, I've found at least some of my targets."