Re: Telos Planet
logan: mm-hmm. this is my planet after all...

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logan: mm-hmm. this is my planet after all...
Starr: Meet you there at nine tonight?
logan: sure.
Starr: Good... see you there.
(walks off)
(hands the sheet of paper to the door man)
(walks out of the hotel)
diamond: (walks up behind him) who was that?
logan: one of my associates. i have to meet her at a cantina.
diamond: a junkie hideout? no class...
logan: it's kind of like a two-star restaurant.
diamond: no class at all.
logan: don't worry, it's purely business.
diamond: you don't worry; i trust that it is.
logan: (smiles) that's why i love you. (kisses her)
Starr: (over com)
You almost done?
Canderous: Almost.
Starr: Good.
(heads back to their hotel)
logan: what time is it now?
diamond: eleven.
logan: how are our tenants from the O.R.'s?
melissa: they left for their meeting.
Starr: (enters the hotel)
(goes up to her room)
logan: i'm going up to one of my 'sinos. you comin?
diamond: sure.
logan: what about you?
melissa: what about my shift?
logan: what about your shift?
melissa: okay... why not?
(a nearby building explodes)
(people screaming)
logan: what the f**k?! (runs outside)
(the building across the street has exploded)
(hardly anything is left of it)
(sirens)
diamond: oh my god.
melissa: that girl had something to do with it i bet.
logan: (grunts, yells)
(fire ships begin to try and put out the fire)
melissa: in fact i know she did. women don't just come in dressed like Femme Fetalle and nothing happens.
logan: (chuckles) if that's the case then this is my fault.
(police vehicles pull up)
(the fire still rages)
diamond: or maybe those O.R. rats.
melissa: but we formed an alliance with the outer regions.
diamond: but we didn't eliminate all the extremists.
logan: for all i give a damn, miss "Femme Fetalle" and the O.R. extremists are working together now.
(a police man runs up to Logan)
Police: Sir, we found something.
logan: what?
Police: (hands him a small coin)
It's hard to make out, but you can just barely see the outline of a Mandalorian emblem.