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Post by MikDaTv on Oct 17, 2010 22:53:27 GMT -5
Danny stretched his arm out to test the new wrapping, then he took a few deep breaths to test his ribs. They were sore but the pain killer was doing it's job. The bacta would hopefully have them back to working order again in a day or two.
"Were they fencing with clubs?" Danny asked. "Not the kind of injury i'd expect a fencer to sustain."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 18, 2010 12:22:24 GMT -5
Ambellina laughed; a tinkling sound that filled the air with mirth.
"No, no, not fencing, jousting...Quel est le meilleure explication? You see, two chevaliers ride towards each other, mounted on either speeders or beasts of war. Each has a lance and attempts to unseat the other. Broken ribs are very common."
Feeling very comfortable with Gray Team, it seemed as though Ambellina had dropped her adopted accent and stately manner in favor of the easy-going girl she truly was.
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Post by MikDaTv on Oct 18, 2010 12:36:02 GMT -5
"Someone rides on a beast with a stick aimed at me, i'd shoot him." Danny said, slipping back into his armor.
Hefty nodded silently in agreement after placing his helmet on. His armor had extra plates on it's chest, shoulder and thighs, offering extra protection. Danny's was much closer to the stock version of the armor, the only difference being a long range com antenna attached to the side of his helmet, which he too placed on his head.
"Thanks for the field dressing ma'am." Danny said. His voice wasn't muffled by the helmet in the least bit. A simple com relay picked his voice up from inside his helmet and relayed it through a small speaker in his helmet. That way he could shut the system off and talk all day long in his sound proof helmet without anyone outside hearing. The four clones loved their armor. It added a sense of home and familiarity to them. It also helped them express themselves as individuals. Each had minor additions to their armor, slight changes to the standard black paint job.
Danny blinked at the symbol on his HUD that represented his com. It activated and open channel to the four of them. "Ok boys. we're all suited up. Lets head home. Set course for Ilum."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 18, 2010 23:38:29 GMT -5
Silently, Ambellina packed away the medical supplies and stood. She laid a gentle hand on both Senior and Hefty as she passed, giving each of them a sweet smile as she made her way to the general area and strapped herself in for the ride. She unzipped her armor and let down her hair, making herself as comfortable as she could.
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