Re: How Much Time...
Johnson: Nice throw.
Nighthawk 7: Nighthawk 7 to Stalker 3. Loading bay doors opening. Proceed inside.
Welsh: Understood.
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Johnson: Nice throw.
Nighthawk 7: Nighthawk 7 to Stalker 3. Loading bay doors opening. Proceed inside.
Welsh: Understood.
logan: was it?
:ph34r:
Johnson: Yeah.
logan: (starts shooting)
JUGGALOS AND JUGGALETTES SOUND OFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JUGGALO- 1
and you are from where?
I live in Kentucky but I have lived in Ohio, Tenn. and I lived in Dublin, Ireland for 3 years.
(the Stalker drives inside the Nighthawk)
(the loading bay doors shut)
Welsh: (gets out) Let's go you sissies! Move your asses!
(walks towards a man near a terminal)
Tall: Yes, sir. (gets out)
(follows)
Johnson: (hops out)
(looks at Logan) Out you get, sir.
Anything else you want to know?
race?
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(jumps out)
logan: to the trench! (still shooting)
I am white. I have Irish, English, French, German, Russain, and Native American in my blood.
Anything else?
(the bullets ricochet)
Welsh: (ducks) Whoa! What the F**k?!
Tall: You can stop shooting, sir... everyone inside the ship is here to help you.
Johnson: (nods)
logan: right... my fault. sugar rush.
(the Nighthawk lifts off and head back towards the capital ship)
Welsh: (sighs)
(continues talking with the Mechanic)
Johnson: (looks at Logan) Nice, sir.
logan: uh... thanks.
Johnson: (nodfs) Follow me, sir.
(begins to walk off)
(follows)
Johnson: (walks to a heavy secuirty door)
(inserts a code and key)
(the door opens)
This way, sir.
logan: so where do we stand?