Star Wars: Another Longshot

Lazer Tag Academy

“No. We’re still inside.”

“Depends on your definition of calm, I guess. Calmer, certainly.”

“Droids and cyborgs mostly.”

“No, can’t be helped. A lot of shooting going on here.”

“What? You’re gonna have to speak up. More of those seige droids.”

“Top floor. Probably pretty close.”

“No, no underground bunker that we know about. Certainly no hint of it so far.”

“Look, I can… WHOA! Sorry. Sorry. Yeah, kinda close.”

“The subtle approach? Now? Really? I don’t think that’s an option any more.”

“No, sir. If I had my life to live over again, I’d live it over a brewery.”

“Sorry, sir. Just a joke. Plenty focused. Yes, sir. Blaster fire is wonderfully focusing.”

“I’ll let you know when we’re done. Gotta be close.”


“Yeah, his apartment. Broke right in.”
“No, he wasn’t there. Hadn’t been for a while.”
“Not even slept in… Dust everywhere.”
“No clue. We’re still looking into it.”
“That’s right. Laundry-men. I’m telling you, we’re working in style. At least we got some ground transport out of it.”
“We’re being careful! Don’t worry. No one is going to miss that van. No, nobody there either. All just free for the taking.”
“Look, who’s in charge of this op? Ok, ok, TECHNICALLY you are, but I’m HERE and that means I’M the one putting it together and it’s my backside that’s going to get shot if things go wrong.”
“Right past the guard post. Didn’t even blink an eye.”
“Look, up to that point, everything was going swell. Got everyone inside, the guards were under control — and let me tell you, they were a bundle of joy, really on the ball, not.”
“Right, dropped ’em off.”
“Well, see… I went to reposition and reconoitter and… well… someone got bored.”
“Nope, plan went right out the window.”
“You do realize they had a huge guard droid, yeah? Massive! Must have been a reconditioned siege droid or something.”
“No, I totally get that. Following orders. Yes, sir. Very important.”
“Look, you aren’t telling me anything I don’t already know. Hang on…”
“Sorry, had to reposition. Don’t you worry. I’ll have a little talk with them. Got a few things of my own I want to say.”
“Yeah. Discipline. They’ll be hearing about it.”
“Right. Gotta go. We’re moving again…”

Challenge of the Gobots
I'm here, but where is here?

New Kessolm? Never heard of it. Seriously, it’s a real place? No, I thought you were just making it up.

Well, okay, if you say we have to go there, I guess we will. But they’d better have some sort of recreation…

Golmar Valley? A company town? Really? No, no, no. That’s fiiine. I’m sure we’ll all have a lovely time.

Look, I didn’t sign up for this. Well, okay, yes, technically I did, but…

Look, I’m just saying, there are an awful lot of people here with data implants. Like, a lot, a lot.

Look, I know… But, somethings going on…

Ok, ok…
I talked to local security. No. I didn’t tell him anything he hadn’t already worked out. We’re fine.

The point is… the point is, this is all recent stuff. It just started happening a few weeks ago.

No, conversions, majority of the populace.

Yeah, I don’t like it either.

It’s just a different kind of cage. And you know how we feel about that.

No. Right. Yeah. We’ll get on it. Don’t you worry. We’ve already got a few ideas.

It’ll be fine. You watch.

Wild Cards: Openers

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