Was that all there was to it? Shaw felt like he had been let off the hook way too easy, but he wasn't going to complain about it. Maybe Theia was in a forgiving mood or maybe she just wanted to focus on the mission at hand and not get distracted so said the first thing that would shut him up and let her focus. Shaw couldn't tell, but Theia acted like it didn't bother her. It was a one-eighty from the cold shoulder she had been giving him only a few minutes before, but Shaw would take it at face value and move on for now. Shaw was still far too oblivious to pick up on many of the subtle nuances that was common sense for everyone else.
"Thanks," he said lamely, one hand still awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck because he didn't know what else to do with it. It was weird to just let it hang there at his side, right? At least the other hand had the glowstick. It was a working hand. "I know that was a pretty mid as far as apologies go." Probably almost as bad as one of those holotube apologies that always went viral for all the wrong reasons. "But uhhh I mean it." And that was that. They had reached their destination. To Zessel he mouthed, Sorry, dude. Shaw had a knack for making things awkward. Some things never changed, not even when you became a Jedi.
The tree padawans came to the fourth door on the left, except there was no door. Just a large hole where presumably there once had sat a door. It was gone now. The glowrod cast a warm light across the spacious room on the other side of the threshold. At the far end of the room sat a massive generator, large enough and powerful enough to power up the entire launchworks for a time. Shaw was almost as excited by the prospect of lights as he was by the promise of normal gravity.
For some reason Shaw just lingered on the threshold, not actually walking in. He wasn't sure why at first. It was just a feeling. "Watch out," he told the other two, spotting and pointing to a thin wire that stretched the length of the doorway. At one end of the wire it was connected to a frag grenade, just waiting for one of them to trip and get themselves blown up. The force had heard his plea after all. Or had it just been luck? Nah. He liked to think it was the force. "Looks like we're not alone in here after all." Had to be the work of that lingering syndicate.
That was when a familiar voice cut across their comlinks, reminding them that they really weren't alone. "Caul?" Shaw responded when the transmission was cut off by blaster fire. "Caul?" No answer. Yeah duh there was no answer. He was being shot at! "We've gotta get this generator going," Shaw said, concern evident by the tone of his voice. Then they would have power. Lights. And hopefully the artificial gravity generator would kick on soon, but if the other padawans were pinned down in a firefight there was no guarantee. And no guarantee Theia, Zessel, and Shaw would be able to get to them anytime soon with this high gravity.
There was a puddle of thick, goopy green stuff on the floor. The best way to describe it? Like Shrek had rolled in and used the floor as his own personal napkin to blow his nose. Hanging out with Kaedan Shaw had learned a lot of things. For one that that probably wasn't snot, as much as it might have looked like it. It was probably coolant. Which meant the generator had a leak. Which meant they would have to fix the leak and replace the lost coolant. @LouJoVi @GABA @Zay @Narzen @Interdictor
booby trap roll 14/20
"Thanks," he said lamely, one hand still awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck because he didn't know what else to do with it. It was weird to just let it hang there at his side, right? At least the other hand had the glowstick. It was a working hand. "I know that was a pretty mid as far as apologies go." Probably almost as bad as one of those holotube apologies that always went viral for all the wrong reasons. "But uhhh I mean it." And that was that. They had reached their destination. To Zessel he mouthed, Sorry, dude. Shaw had a knack for making things awkward. Some things never changed, not even when you became a Jedi.
The tree padawans came to the fourth door on the left, except there was no door. Just a large hole where presumably there once had sat a door. It was gone now. The glowrod cast a warm light across the spacious room on the other side of the threshold. At the far end of the room sat a massive generator, large enough and powerful enough to power up the entire launchworks for a time. Shaw was almost as excited by the prospect of lights as he was by the promise of normal gravity.
For some reason Shaw just lingered on the threshold, not actually walking in. He wasn't sure why at first. It was just a feeling. "Watch out," he told the other two, spotting and pointing to a thin wire that stretched the length of the doorway. At one end of the wire it was connected to a frag grenade, just waiting for one of them to trip and get themselves blown up. The force had heard his plea after all. Or had it just been luck? Nah. He liked to think it was the force. "Looks like we're not alone in here after all." Had to be the work of that lingering syndicate.
That was when a familiar voice cut across their comlinks, reminding them that they really weren't alone. "Caul?" Shaw responded when the transmission was cut off by blaster fire. "Caul?" No answer. Yeah duh there was no answer. He was being shot at! "We've gotta get this generator going," Shaw said, concern evident by the tone of his voice. Then they would have power. Lights. And hopefully the artificial gravity generator would kick on soon, but if the other padawans were pinned down in a firefight there was no guarantee. And no guarantee Theia, Zessel, and Shaw would be able to get to them anytime soon with this high gravity.
There was a puddle of thick, goopy green stuff on the floor. The best way to describe it? Like Shrek had rolled in and used the floor as his own personal napkin to blow his nose. Hanging out with Kaedan Shaw had learned a lot of things. For one that that probably wasn't snot, as much as it might have looked like it. It was probably coolant. Which meant the generator had a leak. Which meant they would have to fix the leak and replace the lost coolant. @LouJoVi @GABA @Zay @Narzen @Interdictor
booby trap roll 14/20
