Gravitas and grandeur flowed in the wake of each robotically spoken word. Underneath the crimson helmet, Corran's eyes glanced around in an attempt to ascertain where the commanding tone was coming from. Agorander was a name referenced in ancient history texts - schools usually covered him in a brief chapter of world history before getting onto more planet-focused stuff. In-depth military history treatises also paid homage to the conqueror. It would be impossible for any living remnant of that man to have survived. Some droid intelligence has been corrupted in the depths of the Smuggler's Moon. Left alone too long and without maintenance. It could be a damn museum robot that mixed its personality matrix with the material it taught.
Lieutenant Velt returned his gaze back to the two droids who had him in their sights just as much as they were in his. It had been three, but the talking history lesson had interrupted at just the right time to avoid getting shot in the head. Out-gunned three to two wasn't good odds. Especially with no cover. Perhaps taking up the offer of whatever dysfunctional hologram was speaking might get Corran out of his immediate problem.
"Whichever one of you is... EYE-TOE. Maybe we should cool the mutually assured destruction while in the presence of the Venerable One?" The armored man wasn't sure which of the three was important enough to be noticed by 'Agorander' but whoever it was likely the head of this small mechanical unit. "You'll quit pointing blasters at me and I'll stop pointing at you. Agreed? We wouldn't want to damage whatever is keeping Great Agorander functional." Indulging the authoritative voice seemed like the smartest move. If the two kill-bots lowered their weapons, Corran would do the same. Possible immediate death behind him, the undercover lieutenant would rise to one knee before moving closer to Trini and ZeeZee. What had the astromech gotten them into?
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Lieutenant Velt returned his gaze back to the two droids who had him in their sights just as much as they were in his. It had been three, but the talking history lesson had interrupted at just the right time to avoid getting shot in the head. Out-gunned three to two wasn't good odds. Especially with no cover. Perhaps taking up the offer of whatever dysfunctional hologram was speaking might get Corran out of his immediate problem.
"Whichever one of you is... EYE-TOE. Maybe we should cool the mutually assured destruction while in the presence of the Venerable One?" The armored man wasn't sure which of the three was important enough to be noticed by 'Agorander' but whoever it was likely the head of this small mechanical unit. "You'll quit pointing blasters at me and I'll stop pointing at you. Agreed? We wouldn't want to damage whatever is keeping Great Agorander functional." Indulging the authoritative voice seemed like the smartest move. If the two kill-bots lowered their weapons, Corran would do the same. Possible immediate death behind him, the undercover lieutenant would rise to one knee before moving closer to Trini and ZeeZee. What had the astromech gotten them into?
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