"Too easy." DT-L30 scoffed, how exactly did the rebels become the empire's greatest enemy again? Of course, with one of them still alive, he...
Seeing them move as a squad, DT-L30 chuckled, "Good, just keep on sticking together." He then moves to a side street to get to the alley. He then...
"Only nine?" DT-L30 was a little disappointed, but that only means they don't know the empire was already here. He replied to his fellow death...
"Affirmative." DT-L30 replied, before heading for the docking bay as fast as he could. He'll first try to see just how many rebels there are, as...
"I see them. Shall I intercept?" DT-L30 asked the captain, yet he already makes his way toward the docking bay. His armor should still keep enemy...
"Huh, if I knew before I'd get a good vantage point, I would have brought a sniper rifle." DT-L30 shrugged as he remained vigilant, he watches...
Spotting the elevated route, DT-L30 heads there. Using his cybernetic legs to his advantage, he'd be able to travel farther, and faster than the...
As the ramp opened, DT-L30 turns to face the group, "You all head for the target objective, I'll take another route, maybe even spot some rebels....
"No questions here, DT-L30 ready to head out." He stood at attention, then proceeds to double check his equipment. With the sonic grenades he...
Hearing the signal to assemble. DT-L30 heads for the common area, fixing his makeshift cloak, which smelled like oil. He has his entire body...
As the engineer left, DT-L30 heads for his own room to rest up until the mission.
"Fair enough, but how about a force field generator then? Maybe you can make one small enough, that can cover your entire body. That should keep...
"For a mechanical, and technological genius, you're a big idiot. Why don't you just make a device that stops your pheromones from spreading?" He...
"See, that's the thing. Some death troopers are used for covert ops, so you can make up some bullshit. And they'd still eat it up but, if you want...
"Anyway, good luck on your droid arm. Just make sure you remember, on the mission I'll be your "droid" bodyguard, in case someone sees us...
"You're better off making a turret!" DT-L30 exclaimed as Fendrst suggested adding an automatic targeting system... for a blaster pistol of all...
"Eh, it was a long time ago. I don't even think about them anymore." DT-L30 shrugged, as Fendrat arrived. "Oh, sure, there's some stalls open over...
"Hmm. Understandable. Especially since everything can go wrong in a second." DT-L30 shrugged, "As for me, I never had much of a choice. My parents...
"So, why did you choose to be a death trooper, instead of aiming for an officer role?" He asked as he continued to follow her.
"Good job, there's room for improvement, but you'll get there." DT-L30 complimented her skills, he deactivates his stall, placing the gun back...
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