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Rivet was used to failure.
Sometimes it just seemed like there was some force in the universe that took great pleasure in spitting in her face and taking a Quantum Whip dipped in Snivlakiean Hot Sauce to her legs. She had learned to take it.
But this was just ridiculous. Worse, she had no one to blame but herself. She should have known that message about hidden weapon plans in Zordoom had gotten to her too easily, like that Infobot had been lost way too close to Sargasso. But desperation and the chance to kick some Emperor tail, even if by proxy, was always a pleasure.
Which led the poor Lombax to this: Staring down a heavily armored Nefarious Trooper with more on the way and a Blast Pistol out of ammo and (by the smell of it) a few seconds past warranty. Hoping the Trooper wouldn't notice, she kept it in hand with her fingers on the trigger.
"Well, well it seems the Rebel is trying to put a brave face on. A for effort, but F in everything else."
Of course.
"It's a cold night out, and frankly I have better things to do then scrape Rebel blood from my weapons, like scraping rust off my Emperor Nefarious Statuette. Why don't you lay that little thing down and we can furnish you with one of our finest cells."
Much as Rivet wanted to tell the bot to go rust himself, she was in no position to do so. Her back was to the wall and the heavy clatter of metal suggested more than a few shock troopers were coming round.
Well, she had escaped Zordoom before. What could they have possibly changed in all that time?
Here we have number 1 in a little experiment I've cooked up in between my planned works. I've seen other folks do this before and, after having some inspiration while fiddling with Rift Apart's photo mode, you shall see the results.
Sometimes it just seemed like there was some force in the universe that took great pleasure in spitting in her face and taking a Quantum Whip dipped in Snivlakiean Hot Sauce to her legs. She had learned to take it.
But this was just ridiculous. Worse, she had no one to blame but herself. She should have known that message about hidden weapon plans in Zordoom had gotten to her too easily, like that Infobot had been lost way too close to Sargasso. But desperation and the chance to kick some Emperor tail, even if by proxy, was always a pleasure.
Which led the poor Lombax to this: Staring down a heavily armored Nefarious Trooper with more on the way and a Blast Pistol out of ammo and (by the smell of it) a few seconds past warranty. Hoping the Trooper wouldn't notice, she kept it in hand with her fingers on the trigger.
"Well, well it seems the Rebel is trying to put a brave face on. A for effort, but F in everything else."
Of course.
"It's a cold night out, and frankly I have better things to do then scrape Rebel blood from my weapons, like scraping rust off my Emperor Nefarious Statuette. Why don't you lay that little thing down and we can furnish you with one of our finest cells."
Much as Rivet wanted to tell the bot to go rust himself, she was in no position to do so. Her back was to the wall and the heavy clatter of metal suggested more than a few shock troopers were coming round.
Well, she had escaped Zordoom before. What could they have possibly changed in all that time?
Here we have number 1 in a little experiment I've cooked up in between my planned works. I've seen other folks do this before and, after having some inspiration while fiddling with Rift Apart's photo mode, you shall see the results.
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