With the grenades in a small satchel, Keshani starts crawling down the duct. A minute or so later, she reaches the corner. She needs to be quiet here, or risk alerting the troopers, so she takes it easy. But then she hears something. Looking up, she sees a small service droid emerge from a side duct. The service droids are built for maintenance and observation, but they do come equipped with some weapons, and are programed to help keep slaves in line.
The service droid is a small box, about half a meter on a side, with numerous manipulators and tools attached. A central stalk holds the optics.
The droid sees her almost immediately, and and two long arms extend with electro-probes on them. The droid makes a threatening noise and rushes forward.
[Actions?]
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Crawling hurt her knees. But she kept her focus on the fact that once at the other end she would get to drop some stun grenades on the stormtroopers who were standing there. That kept her going. It even made a small (very small) smile tug at the corner of her lips.
She had crawling for what felt like forever when suddenly she heard a noise ahead in the duct.
"Frell", she whispered to herself and looked in the direction of the noise.
A droid.
Not only a droid, but one that looked like it could seriously hurt her if given the chance. As it extended its two long arms in her direction she could see what looked like some sort of thing that sure looked like it would generate electricity on the ends of each arm.
She hated droids.
She hated being electrocuted even more.
"Frell". she whispered again to herself.
"Be careful".....
She groaned inwardly. They were never going to let her go off to do something on her own again...not after she screwed this up....
She didn't really have very many options. The only things she had with her were the stun grenades, the blaster she had taken from the Overseer and the comlink.
She pulled out the blaster and aimed it at the droid. If this went wrong she would end up with the shot ricocheting back to her. But if she didn't do anything she didn't like the look of what would happen to her either...
She thought about the commlink now nestled behind her ear.
Should she call for help?
"Be Careful..."
She let out a breath and cued her commlink.
"Uh, guys," she whispered, her eyes totally on the droid and her blaster aimed in front of her,
"I need you to make some noice. Like uh Now."
Action: set blaster to stun and aim at droid
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You clearly hear what sounds like a war zone echoing from the area below you. Whatever they did, it's making a hell of a racket.
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I presume you're going to shoot?
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yup
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The droid approaches rapidly, the "tick tick tick" of the spidery legs echoing through the duct. Beneath you, it suddenly sounds like a war erupted, and the boom, ping and zing of blaster fire fills the ducts. You take a breath and squeeze off a shot.
The bolt strikes the droid a little high and too the left. It collapses, legs ticking wildly. Then there is a small secondary explosion and the legs stop moving. A moment later, the optics go dark.
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Her eyes narrow at the droid as it approaches, its legs ticking away against the sides of the duct superimposed over the sounds of blaster fire below.
When you ask for noise they sure go all out..., she thought to herself.
Finally the droid was close enough and she fired, praying to whatever powers there be that the shot didn't ricochet back to hit her.
She watched as the thing started twitching and then stopped moving as a small explosion took place. A moment later the optics went dark.
Her eyes narrowed even more. Was it just faking it? Or was it really dead?
She scooted forward and poked the thing with the muzzle of the blaster, ready to trigger another shot if it moved.
If it didn't she would crawl over it if she could to continue to move through the ductwork.
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You are just done scrambling over the droid and are moving as quickly as possible away from it when the droid detonates.
The blast is not large, but this is a confined space. Shrapnel rips through the ducting, and you feel the bottom give way behind you. The blast throws you forward a few meters, and you are dazed from the pain and your ears are ringing, but you seem to be intact. Your legs look pretty shredded, but they still work. [Wounded twice.]
You are 10 meters away from the diffuser above the troopers.
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"Frell!!", she whispered one more time under her breath as she shook her head trying to clear away the spots behind her eyes and the ringing in her ears.
She didn't want to look at her legs. She had felt the shrapnel hit. She didn't want to know what they looked like. They worked. That's all she cared about right now.
"Fraking Gods with your cursed sense of humor!"
She groaned and did her best to continue to crawl forward to the other end of the duct so that she could get out of this cursed thing and hopefully still drop some grenades on the stormies heads.
