Re: Part 8 - Frozen assets
The droid quickly, relatively speaking, moves to stand between the two groups. "Oh dear! Stop beings so obtuse and feebleminded, all of you!" He half turns to the miners. "You, back to work, shoo! Shoo!" He turns to the rebels. "And you, do try to not bring security here, stormtroopers tend to make everything so complicated and messy!"
Turning back to the miners he tilts slightly sideways. "Do try and remember what happened last time they were sent here, you dimwits! Want that again, do you? Hmm? I do not think so!"
He turns to stare at straight forward, ignoring both groups, muttering under his non-existent breath. "Really! I do not know why I even bother sometimes! Stupid core programming! Stupid organics..."
The mouthy miner sneers at Shard, "Looks like the droid saved your skins, this time. Next time maybe he won't be there to help you out." As the liquor splashes onto his coveralls the sneer becomes a chuckle, though there is no humour in his voice as he carries on speaking, "No need for that. It'll probably just eat holes in the cloth and there'll be nothing left to smell. Anyway, it's the random blood monitoring when we go back on shift that's my concern, not the stink of a few drops on my clothes."
"Come on, lads, Administrator Tin-Pants there is right, we should be heading back anyway."
With much glowering and not a little grumbling, the gamblers scoop up their cards, scrip, and Haarmon's cash, then they head for the door.
Rhijans moves across to study the help terminal. Within moments he has located a simple map of the facility, showing the locations of the landing field, warehouse entrances, the mine entrance, maintenance shops, vehicle storage, and two security checkpoints.
The droid shuffles across to him, "Yes, I do believe that is the one. Unfortunately, while it does give many salient details, there are some parts which are now outdated."