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"Alrighty, guys, firing squad time!"
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"We gotta rally! This one is almost dead. Let's finish it!"
"Whew! Thanks for your help, my friendly friends. Now quickly, let's help before that thing helps itself to Dakoyo's internal organs!"
"Don't worry, Dak, ole buddy, you got this! Now could one of you get this?"
Then once everyone is in position I will use Get' Em on green, and then shoot at green.
Yeah! Gaz backs up Dakoyo and readies his pistol.
"Wait!" Gaz calls out after Dakoyo, "I can help! I have a thing, a magic thing, and it sustains me so I don't have to breathe. It only works on one of us at a time, so we'll have to go one at a time and toss the Aeon Stone back across, but I think it'll work."
"Hmm, was one of them a Pahtra names Parsinium? We found him back that way. Nobody else yet though."
"We're helping you, silly! Biconiamaca told us all about your little troubles down here, and we volunteered to help. We like helping! Don't we guys?"
Gaz wrinkles his nose at the smell and looks around for whatever injured the vesk.
The party hype man springs into action as the insults go flying, "Daaaaayyyyyyyuuuummmmmmmm!" Meanwhile Gaz examines the grenades carefully for any agent business cards attached.
Gaz's eyes go wide, and he flinches, scanning for hidden camera crews. "News?! I'm not stage ready yet!" he says as he frantically grooms himself. "Hey, your agent wouldn't be taking on new clients would he?"
"Of course! That's why we're here! Which way do you think they might have gone? Just point us in the right direction and we'll help your friends, too. You should tag a long with us. It's the safest way to get outta here."
"We're here to help!"
Gaz winces as the latest blow lands on Nako. "Don't worry, kiddo, you've got this!" he says to reassure her.
"Speaking of which, if you guys could get that last one, that'd be great..."
"Making friends already I see." Gaz chuckles as he walks up behind Nako and his static arc pistol at Green.
In his 6 hands Gaz is holding a tactical baton, a static arc pistol, one hand on a comb from his hygiene kit, one hand on a mirror from the hygiene kit, and two locked-and-loaded finger guns pointed at the beautiful skittermander in the mirror.
Gaz will start digging out Nako, so she can help dig out the others with her beefy muscles.
Gaz follows Dakoyo's lead.
Gaz, will listen closely to see if he hears any noises echoing through that small tunnel.
"Sure thing boss. You be brave from a distance!" Gaz says without any sarcasm before joining in the group jumping high five that Dakoyo clearly called for. Afterwards he starts combing the area for clues.
You had me at "sweetie" Gaz says with a wink and six finger guns.
"Cancelled? Why would they be cancelled?" [audible gasp of excitement] "Has there been trouble? We can help! We can help!"
Gaz will remember his safety training course, and help spot at the bottom of the ladder.
Gaz assesses the situation. He reaches into his pack and pulls out 6 brightly colored pom-poms, gives Dakoyo a nod and begins.
Gazigaz will scurry over to the statue while encouraging Nako, "You're the fastest and the strongest helper I've ever met. Quick! Run and grab that ladder and rush it over here. We need to get Quonx up there to disarm that bomb."
Seeing the wistful look, "Oh, yeah, you could totally join us! We're always looking for another crew member! We get to do all kinds of fun stuff on the job. And you'll have plenty of time to work on the screenplay for your brother's movie. Doesn't that sound like more fun that blowing yourself to bits?"
"Well it sounds to me like Torastorfen was a bonafide hero! We shouldn't be avenging him, we should be honoring him! I betcha that the holovids would love a story like that! Why Torastorfen, the selfless engineer that saved an entire ship, ...and Zerastorfen, the brother that would go to any lengths to make sure his brother's sacrifice wasn't in vain... that sounds like space-oscar contender to me, if I ever heard one! What are you waiting for? You gotta find yourself a producer!"
”Oh no! How sad! What was your brother’s name? Did he blow himself up too? It is very dangerous to help when explosives are involved.”
"But if we don't stop you, doesn't that mean we are helping you? I thought you don't want us to help people. Make up your mind!" Gazigaz shouts back in return.
"Uh-oh, that thing looks mad now. Don't worry, Nako, I'm almost positive it isn't gonna murder you dead! ...But you know, just in case, you guys should really make sure to destroy it fast."
"Good job, crew! Let's finish off that pesky armor!"
"Fear not, Mr. Vesk, we're here to help!"
"Blast that armor back to hell!" attack if inspiring boost is not applicable:
"But my beautiful fur!" Gaz protests he tries to keep pace with the others, while his many hands furiously try to comb out the thoroughly tussled fur after all of that wrestling.
Grabbing the knife in the round robin stabbing session, Gaz shrugs his many shoulders, and resumes the stab-stab-pass routine.
"Let's finish this my friendly friends!"
Gaz will help his friends aim while he stabs with his knife into the banner that seems the most wounded.
"Eeek! Unhand me you--you--overpriced tarp!" he squeaks as he pounds many fists upon the banner.
Regaining his composure, he turns to his allies, "Now, my fine gentle-manders, if you would be so kind as to extricate me from this predicament?"
Gazigaz's eyes go wide as the aggressive advertising becomes downright hostile. He draws his static arc pistol and points his other five hands at the Ribbon Strand. "Quick, my brave minions, save the pretty lady!" he gives her a wink and quintuple finger guns as he emphasizes pretty.
Gazigaz nods vigorously. "Of course, nufriend, we are always glad to help! Here, Quonx, you hold this." The skittermander then looks around for the next source of entertainment to catch his eye at the festival.
Gazigaz examines the contraption carefully before throwing up his many arms in frustration. "Here, Nako, let me help you lift that object. I fear I stand no chance on my own."
Gazigaz watches his friends and other contestants shoving the peppers in their mouths, and often retching them back up. He strokes his chin pensively before saying, "Ok, nufriend, I will try your contest--but with dignity!" He reaches into his pack and produces a small plate, a napkin, and silverware. He tucks the napkin neatly into his collar, then one at a time, he takes a pepper, places it on his plate, carefully cuts it into bitesize pieces, which he eats with a fork.
Gazigaz leans his head back and sniffs the air. Yum! Good idea, Dakoyo! he says as he scurries alongside the other skittermanders up to the stall. |