The kenku thought Lydia was to blame for the shots, although he had spent little brain cells on the question of how an elevator would do that.
He blinked at the alien. Well, technically, he was an alien too, at least to most of the galaxy. Given that this was a space station, probably only voidborn people could be considered native around here.
Jet dropped his repeater. He was unwilling to lose yet another weapon, and so his foot remained close to the gun, ready to do a kick-up, one legendary classic pirate trick, that basically consisted of, well, kicking the gun up and catching it.
For now, he played along with the alien.
"Space google, translate please…" he used the voice of an exhausted office worker, before repeating back the words of the alien. He still didn't seem to realize that his space google-assistant was in space trouble.
He blinked at the alien. Well, technically, he was an alien too, at least to most of the galaxy. Given that this was a space station, probably only voidborn people could be considered native around here.
Jet dropped his repeater. He was unwilling to lose yet another weapon, and so his foot remained close to the gun, ready to do a kick-up, one legendary classic pirate trick, that basically consisted of, well, kicking the gun up and catching it.
For now, he played along with the alien.
"Space google, translate please…" he used the voice of an exhausted office worker, before repeating back the words of the alien. He still didn't seem to realize that his space google-assistant was in space trouble.
"Alright kid, let's blow this popsicle stand... badda-bing, bodda boom," The human said. "Hang on, I need some booze!"
About that time the kenku had finally gotten around to replying. At least he was still alive and wanted Yoo-nit to translate something. However, the little droid was a bit busy.
Meanwhile...
The alien in the trash can was pointing a blaster at Jet. "Voo-da Ting, lan oom! Hee hee hee," it said gleefully pointing across the corridor at the dead vending machine and the ill-fated lift repair crew. Yoo-nit did not respond to the translation request. One of the two grunts from the lift arrived, making Jet's troubles worse because they had doubled.
Things did not look good for our hero... but then, an odd whooshing noise started coming from nowhere.
About that time the kenku had finally gotten around to replying. At least he was still alive and wanted Yoo-nit to translate something. However, the little droid was a bit busy.
Meanwhile...
The alien in the trash can was pointing a blaster at Jet. "Voo-da Ting, lan oom! Hee hee hee," it said gleefully pointing across the corridor at the dead vending machine and the ill-fated lift repair crew. Yoo-nit did not respond to the translation request. One of the two grunts from the lift arrived, making Jet's troubles worse because they had doubled.
Things did not look good for our hero... but then, an odd whooshing noise started coming from nowhere.
Jet's eyes became slits. His pupils went from the alien towards the grunts and back, as he whistled the "The Good, the Bad and the Ugly "-theme.
Despite his poncho and his self description as a gunslinger, he probably wouldn't be able to kick up the gun and shoot three people before they pulled a trigger.
His only hope was that they weren't exactly on friendly terms, and the Rhinos insisted they were the only ones around here with blaster-privileges, starting to trouble Oscar the Grouch from space here instead of him and creating an opportunity to run.
But then he heard the swooshing sound.
He knew what that meant. The cavalry was here.
" Warblettes!" he announced excited with the voice of a red haired, metal-loving tomboy.
Despite his poncho and his self description as a gunslinger, he probably wouldn't be able to kick up the gun and shoot three people before they pulled a trigger.
His only hope was that they weren't exactly on friendly terms, and the Rhinos insisted they were the only ones around here with blaster-privileges, starting to trouble Oscar the Grouch from space here instead of him and creating an opportunity to run.
But then he heard the swooshing sound.
He knew what that meant. The cavalry was here.
" Warblettes!" he announced excited with the voice of a red haired, metal-loving tomboy.
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