Jet couldn't help but laugh as he drove the frog away! He still waved his arms around a bit, playing the big, scary tar monster.
Then he slowly turned to The Operator, giving her his best smile.
As Jet realized his humor probably didn't impress his companion, he slowly took on a serious kenku-face again. "Plan." he repeated, nodding. "Plan. Plan. Plan."
He totally had one! And it was quite brilliant! Of course it was only because of the speech barrier he didn't share it with the operator, otherwise he totally would tell her his brilliant plan that would save both of the two!
He checked his pockets for his comlink but came up empty. He maybe could create a new one with some gum, his non-functioning blaster and a comlink, but right now he lacked the gum.
As he was about to scan his surrounding for anything of use, he saw the tall figure in a robe that approached him. This had to be another frog, after all Daxon hadn't had such a big and not-fake mustache.
That guy could totally help!
"Operator, I need an exit fast" Jet asked in the voice of someone trapped in a computer-simulation. "Spaceship!" he added in the voice of a danish plastic minifigure. "Spaceship, spaceship!"
Hopefully the frog could understand his request - and would be willing to help him out here. After all, this all was going according to his complex plan!
Then he slowly turned to The Operator, giving her his best smile.
As Jet realized his humor probably didn't impress his companion, he slowly took on a serious kenku-face again. "Plan." he repeated, nodding. "Plan. Plan. Plan."
He totally had one! And it was quite brilliant! Of course it was only because of the speech barrier he didn't share it with the operator, otherwise he totally would tell her his brilliant plan that would save both of the two!
He checked his pockets for his comlink but came up empty. He maybe could create a new one with some gum, his non-functioning blaster and a comlink, but right now he lacked the gum.
As he was about to scan his surrounding for anything of use, he saw the tall figure in a robe that approached him. This had to be another frog, after all Daxon hadn't had such a big and not-fake mustache.
That guy could totally help!
"Operator, I need an exit fast" Jet asked in the voice of someone trapped in a computer-simulation. "Spaceship!" he added in the voice of a danish plastic minifigure. "Spaceship, spaceship!"
Hopefully the frog could understand his request - and would be willing to help him out here. After all, this all was going according to his complex plan!
The cloaked man:
1. Is friendly and helps them.
2. Pulls a gun but doesn't say anything.
3. Silently motions for them to follow him.
4. Offers to help for a price.
5. Pulls a gun and stuns them. Everything goes black.
6. Gives them some useful information and tells them where they can go.
1. Is friendly and helps them.
2. Pulls a gun but doesn't say anything.
3. Silently motions for them to follow him.
4. Offers to help for a price.
5. Pulls a gun and stuns them. Everything goes black.
6. Gives them some useful information and tells them where they can go.
rolled 1d6 and got a natural 6.
Note: The cloaked man
Jet couldn't help but laugh as he drove the frog away! He still waved his arms around a bit, playing the big, scary tar monster.
Then he slowly turned to The Operator, giving her his best smile.
The Operator scowled with disapproval.
As Jet realized his humor probably didn't impress his companion, he slowly took on a serious kenku-face again. "Plan." he repeated, nodding. "Plan. Plan. Plan."
"Yes, love. Plan! We need one! Now then, do you have one," She demanded.
He totally had one! And it was quite brilliant! Of course it was only because of the speech barrier he didn't share it with the operator, otherwise he totally would tell her his brilliant plan that would save both of the two!
He checked his pockets for his comlink but came up empty. He maybe could create a new one with some gum, his non-functioning blaster and a comlink, but right now he lacked the gum.
The Operator began to lose hope as the ravenman was frantically rifling through his pockets and came up empty handed. This didn't bode well.
As he was about to scan his surrounding for anything of use, he saw the tall figure in a robe that approached him. This had to be another frog, after all Daxon hadn't had such a big and not-fake mustache.
That guy could totally help!
The Operator also took notice of the mysterious robed figure. "Who's that, love? Is he our contact," She asked turning back to the kenku hopefully. Maybe her fine feathered friend did have things under control after all.
"Operator, I need an exit fast" Jet asked in the voice of someone trapped in a computer-simulation. "Spaceship!" he added in the voice of a danish plastic minifigure. "Spaceship, spaceship!"
"Yes, love. We both to and I hope the chap that's headed this way can 'elp us," She affirmed remembering Jet's communication abilities were limited. Maybe he literally didn't have the words to convey what was going on.
Hopefully the frog could understand his request - and would be willing to help him out here. After all, this all was going according to his complex plan!
The figure got closer. Clearly, he was not another frog man. Daxon was tiny, about half the size of The Operator and Jet. This figure was taller than both them.
"Need some help," the cloaked one asked in a raspy voice.
The Operator had a bad feeling about this.
"Yes, love," she confirmed. "Me 'n me friend here are in a bit of a jam. Can you 'elp us?"
The cloaked figure nodded. "You must hurry. This area is heavily patrolled and if you came from where I think you did, you don't want them finding you." He pointed away from the lake.
"There is a substation that way," The figure informed the pair. "Don't let them see you! It's largely automated, but you maybe able to boost a transport or if you're even luckier, perhaps a ship to get off this rock. Good luck!"
Then he slowly turned to The Operator, giving her his best smile.
The Operator scowled with disapproval.
As Jet realized his humor probably didn't impress his companion, he slowly took on a serious kenku-face again. "Plan." he repeated, nodding. "Plan. Plan. Plan."
"Yes, love. Plan! We need one! Now then, do you have one," She demanded.
He totally had one! And it was quite brilliant! Of course it was only because of the speech barrier he didn't share it with the operator, otherwise he totally would tell her his brilliant plan that would save both of the two!
He checked his pockets for his comlink but came up empty. He maybe could create a new one with some gum, his non-functioning blaster and a comlink, but right now he lacked the gum.
The Operator began to lose hope as the ravenman was frantically rifling through his pockets and came up empty handed. This didn't bode well.
As he was about to scan his surrounding for anything of use, he saw the tall figure in a robe that approached him. This had to be another frog, after all Daxon hadn't had such a big and not-fake mustache.
That guy could totally help!
The Operator also took notice of the mysterious robed figure. "Who's that, love? Is he our contact," She asked turning back to the kenku hopefully. Maybe her fine feathered friend did have things under control after all.
"Operator, I need an exit fast" Jet asked in the voice of someone trapped in a computer-simulation. "Spaceship!" he added in the voice of a danish plastic minifigure. "Spaceship, spaceship!"
"Yes, love. We both to and I hope the chap that's headed this way can 'elp us," She affirmed remembering Jet's communication abilities were limited. Maybe he literally didn't have the words to convey what was going on.
Hopefully the frog could understand his request - and would be willing to help him out here. After all, this all was going according to his complex plan!
The figure got closer. Clearly, he was not another frog man. Daxon was tiny, about half the size of The Operator and Jet. This figure was taller than both them.
"Need some help," the cloaked one asked in a raspy voice.
The Operator had a bad feeling about this.
"Yes, love," she confirmed. "Me 'n me friend here are in a bit of a jam. Can you 'elp us?"
The cloaked figure nodded. "You must hurry. This area is heavily patrolled and if you came from where I think you did, you don't want them finding you." He pointed away from the lake.
"There is a substation that way," The figure informed the pair. "Don't let them see you! It's largely automated, but you maybe able to boost a transport or if you're even luckier, perhaps a ship to get off this rock. Good luck!"
Meanwhile, deep in the bad guys' lair... The Doctor, with Mr. Xazz in tow made their way back to the TARDIS. No one seemed to take notice of them as more re-enforcements made their way to help contain the chaos in the detention area. Along the way, the passed a small toaster on wheels with large, oversized eyes.
"Hey, R2-D2, yas goin' the wrong way," The Doctor called, not pausing to wait for Yoo-nit to reverse course. "We're makin' a break for it."
There was no one guarding the blue police box. The Doctor stopped outside of it. "Hey, wait a minute! What happened to the boid and the dame we's supposed to be rescuin'?"
"Hey, R2-D2, yas goin' the wrong way," The Doctor called, not pausing to wait for Yoo-nit to reverse course. "We're makin' a break for it."
There was no one guarding the blue police box. The Doctor stopped outside of it. "Hey, wait a minute! What happened to the boid and the dame we's supposed to be rescuin'?"
The CEO of ITC did his best to keep up. He had tiny legs and wasn't in great shape. All of this physical activity was for the lesser folk in life. What kind of rescue was this? Why wasn't there a hover golf cart to take him to their escape vehicle? In fact, where were the body guards and space marines? Who planned this? Heads would definitely roll once Xizz was safely back in his office. and someone was going to be fired
"Forget them! I'm rich and important! Get me out of here! I'll pay you whatever you want," Xizz demanded. When The Doctor hesitated, he added. "I'll throw in all the expensive booze you want and the finest cigars from Coruscant. I know people! Uh, besides, you can come back for them once I'm safe!"
"Forget them! I'm rich and important! Get me out of here! I'll pay you whatever you want," Xizz demanded. When The Doctor hesitated, he added. "I'll throw in all the expensive booze you want and the finest cigars from Coruscant. I know people! Uh, besides, you can come back for them once I'm safe!"
Yoo-nit was busy in search of its mistress, or a terminal to plug into or any other clues it could find to give it a hint of where she might be. The little droid also assumed that the crow man would be with her.
Just then, The Doctor and the annoying suit in charge of the phone company came running down the corridor in the opposite direction in which Yoo-nit was traveling.
"Hey, R2-D2, yas goin' the wrong way," The Doctor called, not pausing to wait for Yoo-nit to reverse course. "We're makin' a break for it."
"Um...," The droid replied. It's lights flashed and it made a series of whirring noises. "We must save The Operator," it stated matter-of-factly in its staccato, monotone voice.
The Doctor and Xizz Xazz didn't stop, however. After belching out a voluminous cloud of smoke, the droid finished processing the new directive and concluded following the pair was the best course of action at the moment.
Once at the TARDIS, The Doctor paused. "Hey, wait a minute! What happened to the boid and the dame we's supposed to be rescuin'?"
"Forget them! I'm rich and important! Get me out of here! I'll pay you whatever you want," Xizz demanded. When The Doctor hesitated, he added. "I'll throw in all the expensive booze you want and the finest cigars from Coruscant. I know people! Uh, besides, you can come back for them once I'm safe!"
The Doctor paused to consider the offer. "Fair enough, we can come back for 'em. And away we go," he replied. He stepped into the TARDIS. Xizz ran in behind him, followed by Yoo-nit. A moment later, the blue box dematerialized.
Just then, The Doctor and the annoying suit in charge of the phone company came running down the corridor in the opposite direction in which Yoo-nit was traveling.
"Hey, R2-D2, yas goin' the wrong way," The Doctor called, not pausing to wait for Yoo-nit to reverse course. "We're makin' a break for it."
"Um...," The droid replied. It's lights flashed and it made a series of whirring noises. "We must save The Operator," it stated matter-of-factly in its staccato, monotone voice.
The Doctor and Xizz Xazz didn't stop, however. After belching out a voluminous cloud of smoke, the droid finished processing the new directive and concluded following the pair was the best course of action at the moment.
Once at the TARDIS, The Doctor paused. "Hey, wait a minute! What happened to the boid and the dame we's supposed to be rescuin'?"
"Forget them! I'm rich and important! Get me out of here! I'll pay you whatever you want," Xizz demanded. When The Doctor hesitated, he added. "I'll throw in all the expensive booze you want and the finest cigars from Coruscant. I know people! Uh, besides, you can come back for them once I'm safe!"
The Doctor paused to consider the offer. "Fair enough, we can come back for 'em. And away we go," he replied. He stepped into the TARDIS. Xizz ran in behind him, followed by Yoo-nit. A moment later, the blue box dematerialized.
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