Carla Does A Panic

Ripper blinked as all the chaos and shooting began, leaning back against the wall calmly. "Great, TIE Fighters...what else could go wrong?" He looked to RED-1, still calm as can be about the situation. "Got a shirt I can have? I don't like my scars showing off..." He looked down at his chest and stomach where the old scars matched up in shape and size with his ribs and spine.

After she asked L2 to send that when they were at a safe point in the transit (that wasn't where they were now).

VT-L2 nodded and tilted his head back and forth like a little kid. "I require Ripper's permission in order to send anything, Miss Quint. Oh, you shot it out of the sky! Do it again! Do it again!" He said, that sunny disposition ever present.

Before Rowan could even answer her, the chaos had begun. Ghost clung to a seat, worry on her face as she prayed they would get off the planet safely. Ears down again, she looked to Rowan. "We really need to go!"

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"WOOOOOOT!" KC turned its head to look at Mar.

"Now is not the time for your backseat driving, KC!" Mar growled as he banked right to avoid a barrage of blaster fire from the fighter. "How about you get on the guns and shoot it down???"

"DREEZ BEET BEET!" KC replied.

"I'm already beginning to miss the droid that humped my leg..." Mar muttered under his breath.

Carla had been clinging to Serenity the entire time and had decided to join KC in the "backseat driving" by squawking at him and flapping her wings in distress. Running in a circle, she left behind a trail of feathers and green eggs that rolled around with all the movement of the ship.

The two pieces of Ring that kept up with Mar were currently attaching to his navigation system, chirping a familiar promise to do no harm. Hearing Mar's complaint about VT, the pieces let out a string of clicks in disapproval. Ring really did not like the annoying little droid.