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Character: Elisan Jurindah Solmali
SFS # 274536-703
Character Level: 5
Faction: Wayfinders
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Duthuj slinks off to the right, apparently heading for the cover of the trees. They abruotly veer and shoot at the mech.
Duthuj glances toward the door where the sound of the robots activating can be heard."Looks like the party guests will be arriving shortly," they quip. "Let's finish with the play list and get ready to greet them." The ijtikri continues working their magic on the datapad.
"One minute?" Duthuj muses. "That should be more than enough," they state matter-of-factly and set to work, already swiping and tapping on their datapad with a tentacled limb.
Duthuj nods their agreement with Khavarku and moves to inspect the northern door.
Duthuj slinks into the next room, pistol at the ready for any trouble.
"And that's how it's done," Duthuj smirks, pantomiming blowing on the barrel of their pistol, like a gunslinger from a holovid of vintage film. "Now, let's see what we can find here..." they say, already tapping and swiping on the datapad as they approach the computer.
Duthuj alters direction in their careful circuit of the room's perimeter, maintaining a position outside of the direct area of the robot's visual receptors. Waiting for an opening, he fires his pistol at the foe.
Duthuj slinks around the room's perimeter, creeping behind the robots and attempting to catch them by surprise.
Wrapped in the robot's embrace, Duthuj relaxes, allowing their body to go limp. aLlowing gravity - and their flexible anatomy - do their job, Duthuj attempts to slip free.
Should they wriggle free, Duthuj will move over near the computer desk.
Taking stock of the robot's guarding the doorway, Duthuj quickly reaches a decision.
Duthuj takes stock of the little room at the bottom of the stairs.
"A real comedian, huh?" Duthuj remarks as the comms cuts out. "Let's see if he's still laughing after we deliver our punchline."
"What's that? Giving me more work to do as usual, Veevee?" Duthuj jibes, pulling a datapad from their pack with a tentacled limb. "Don't even think about trying to tell me how to do my job." The ijtikri swipes and taps the datapad screen. "Style and finesse first. Make us invisible to their turrets. If all goes well, we'll creep by and they won't even know we are here..."
"Nice of you to ask, but nothing we couldn't handle," Duthuj replies to Vyrandi. "Nice and careful, now," they say to Khavarku. "We'll keep them blind to our presence." The ijtikri inspects the area for danger.
Duthuj slides in through the doorway, checking the digital display of a comms worn on a tentacled limb. "Ah, this is the right place after all," they announce. They incline their head toward the vesk. "Hey, Khavarku." Noticing the skittermander, they raise their tentacles. "Veevee! What trouble have you got in store for us today?" |