shadow of the empire
A low wheeze escaped him with all the time he could spare.
Scrambling to his feet, Veno dove over Davik and after the blaster pistol that was being kicked across the grated floor. His grasping fingers failed to reach it, finding themselves bending every which way against the metal ground. "Crink!" the thing yelled, hissing beneath his helmet, and threw his knife and it miraculously stuck itself between the trigger guard, stopping it from reaching Morrow.
He laughed, trying to rush up to fill the space between himself and Morrow.
Morrow
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Davik Haize
Scrambling to his feet, Veno dove over Davik and after the blaster pistol that was being kicked across the grated floor. His grasping fingers failed to reach it, finding themselves bending every which way against the metal ground. "Crink!" the thing yelled, hissing beneath his helmet, and threw his knife and it miraculously stuck itself between the trigger guard, stopping it from reaching Morrow.
He laughed, trying to rush up to fill the space between himself and Morrow.

