Infiltration - at any cost

Who: Mk.8, Trisees, and everybody else planet side
Where: French Planet
When: During insertion
Mk.8 and Trisees stood next to each other, in the long line of
crewmembers in French dress, slowly trudging through the gates into
the French compound.
Mk.8 was still unsure if h could get past the guards.
"Don't worry about it. Hell, they let the SHRUB in!" said Trisees
"All I'm saying is an Australian droid, with the voice of a Scott, and
carrying a katana may not have the best chances of fooling the guards."
"I had a feeling you would start to panic, so I got you this."
Trisees smirked as he lunged at Mk.8, causing them both to fall to the
ground, and started rubbing him over with rather potent smelling
cheese and garlic.
"OH GOD!" yelled Mk.8 in disgust
Some of the surrounding crewmembers turned to look and either vomited
or passed out from the smell.
Trisees stood up triumphantly, and flung a beret onto Mk.8's head.
"There" he said happily
Mk.8 stared at him in a way that would have certainly been more
effective if he had eyebrows to help express his dissatisfaction.
They continued in the line and got through the gate without a hitch.
"Well, lets split up and find those weapons" said Trisees, turning to
leave
"Oi! We aint done with each other yet. What if a guard comes up to me
and asks me something? Untill i get me speech unit looked at by a
professional, I'm still gonna sound like bloody Billy Connolly!"
Trisees' good mood ebbed away.
"Fine, let's go."
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