Chapter XI: The Blue Nova
Still parrying blasts, Zirak limps over to the boarding ramp. He pauses to glance between the crate of credits, and Sora and Ak-Yev's unconscious forms, clearly in some internal debate. With a sudden movement he reaches out a hand, and the pair of weequay are hoisted shakily into the air and onto the boarding ramp. After their limp forms have been plonked ceremoniously onto the ramp, he hoists himself up with some difficulty, narrowly pulling his legs out of the way of another blast from the blaster cannon.
"Not one word, Bane," he rasps as he collapses weakly against the corridor inside the boarding ramp, "Not one. And if we can't get those credits, I suggest you make sure no one does."
OOC: Zirak Derasir rolled 28 using 1d20+7+3d6. Move Object.
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