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OCC: Me too, sorry if my time zone difference slows the rp down at all.
Eceil reaches the scene of the crime within a few minutes of Te’Oma. He lands his speeder (he took the remaining one) with a swift splash of air three blocks away. Trying to sneak through the back alleyways as best he can without detection he works his way to the edge of buildings entrance. It’s there he finds the Nautolan standing quietly, his vibroswords sitting comfortably on his waist and his tentacles blowing in the wind like some deformed hair. Eceil glances at the landed vehicles he presumes belong to the officers preparing to interview their teammates, but the gaze is cut short when his bloodshot eyes connect with the creatures. Both of them exchange a wordless glare before Eceil creeps behind him to whisper in the alien’s ear.
“Considering the mess were in already, I don’t think it’s a good idea for the police to get a chance to play twenty questions with those three. Whatever they say is going to leak eventually to whoever’s trying to kill us, and that’ll show them were after the general. I say we get them out of their, quick.”
[ 04-19-2005, 11:12 PM: Message edited by: jolleyjester ]
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