> "Screw that, I would rather buy it trying to escape. I can feel
> my limbs now, maybe even move them. Still not in any shape to *do*
> anything, but I am inproving. Think we've been here for a good hour
> or so..."
"It would be one way to get onboard their ship, and it would allow us both
more time to recover," t'Llhweiir replied. "Continue to play 'dead' for
now. Let us see what happens next."
"No worries here..."
Just then, there was a commotion on the other side of the bar.
> They enter the establishment, causing just a little bit of comotion
> as those inside were a bit startled. Except for the guy at the bar
> drinking...
>
> Matt could see two pairs of feet sticking out behind the bar, but
> sould not see who they were attached to. He also saw that he, and his
> living shield, had a few weapons trained on him.
t'Llhweiir's scanner told her that two beings had entered, one seemed
human, but,... <hmmm, she thought to herself>, and the other was Antosian.
Could it be?
She whispered to Fox, "We may have some help."
> After the initial shock wore off...
>
> "Who the hell are you and what do you want?" came an angry welcome from on of
>those in the bar.
>
> {thoughts}
t'Llhweiir ends
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