ATTIRE: Lionheart Armor
EQUIPMENT: Service Rifle |
Pistol |
EMP Grenades |
Frag Grenades
TAGS: Katarine Ryiah
"No such thing as luck, Princess, and never tell me the odds either," he said, shifting the Sith's body on his shoulder.
"Dude is kind of heavy, so let's get him to the transport."
Sarge agreed and hustled the others down the stairs. Dash refused to go ahead of the Jedi, though. She was their charge, and even though there wasn't anyone else up on the roof that could be coming after her, he wasn't taking any chances. Yeah, the Order owed them, but he didn't really care. Quite frankly, it was enough for him to have taken out the Sith. Punching one of them in the face was extremely satisfying. Not like he got to do it often, either. Normally he wasn't facing them.
"If you want to repay us, buy us a round of drinks," he said as he followed her down the stairs.
"No need to repay the Alliance for this. Pretty sure Sarge did it as a favor for that Vanagor guy anyway."
Fortunately no one seemed keen to bother them. They released the bouncer, too. He wasn't a part of anything, had done nothing to stop them, and had cooperated. No sense assuming he was part of the group when he didn't give any reason for him being anything other than a local guy making money at a legitimate job. Can't argue with that.
At the transport, he dumped the Sith into a seat before putting a pair of Force binders on him. Never go out with those.
"Alright, take us to the ship, driver," Sarge said. "Let's get back home."