TMNS5097
Mission 6.2: The Slice
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We were so high up that we could barely hear the ground assault.
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What a view, I think, trying to look out instead of down. Vulture droids decorate the evening sky, and a light wind drowns out every noise in the vicinity.
Except for the noise of my squad.
“I scuffed some yellow off my arm during the climb,” Checkmate whines.
“This new paint just doesn’t hold up,” Habit agrees. “I think they changed the ingredients.”
“But it’s more vibrant now,” I say.
Clawdite shuts off his comm device and then joins us.
“I’ve checked in with Breacher squad,” he says. “Now we wait.”
He does a double-take at Checkmate’s arm. “Did you scuff my paint job?”
“It’s the new paint,” Checkmate says. “Habit said so.”
“Yeah,” Habit says. “They changed the ingredients.”
“But it’s so much brighter now!” Clawdite snaps.
I throw my hands up in validation. “Exactly.”
We get quiet. There’s something in the distance . . . Marching.
I peer between a stack of crates and see a small patrol of battle droids.
One of their heads jerks in our direction. “Hey, what’s that?”
“I don’t see anything,” another answers.
“Over there; the bright yellow.”
Habit and Checkmate exchange a look.
Once the droids are within a few meters of our hiding spot, we roll a handful of droid poppers along the ground toward them. Sizzling fills the air, and they collapse.
Then the bickering starts.
“I wonder how they saw us,” Habit says, like he doesn’t know exactly how.
Clawdite and I shake our heads.
“We’re never hearing the end of this,” I say.
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Teth has been on my list of things to build for years now, so it was a blast getting to finally build it. Thanks for checking this out!
Mission 6.2: The Slice
-
We were so high up that we could barely hear the ground assault.
-----
What a view, I think, trying to look out instead of down. Vulture droids decorate the evening sky, and a light wind drowns out every noise in the vicinity.
Except for the noise of my squad.
“I scuffed some yellow off my arm during the climb,” Checkmate whines.
“This new paint just doesn’t hold up,” Habit agrees. “I think they changed the ingredients.”
“But it’s more vibrant now,” I say.
Clawdite shuts off his comm device and then joins us.
“I’ve checked in with Breacher squad,” he says. “Now we wait.”
He does a double-take at Checkmate’s arm. “Did you scuff my paint job?”
“It’s the new paint,” Checkmate says. “Habit said so.”
“Yeah,” Habit says. “They changed the ingredients.”
“But it’s so much brighter now!” Clawdite snaps.
I throw my hands up in validation. “Exactly.”
We get quiet. There’s something in the distance . . . Marching.
I peer between a stack of crates and see a small patrol of battle droids.
One of their heads jerks in our direction. “Hey, what’s that?”
“I don’t see anything,” another answers.
“Over there; the bright yellow.”
Habit and Checkmate exchange a look.
Once the droids are within a few meters of our hiding spot, we roll a handful of droid poppers along the ground toward them. Sizzling fills the air, and they collapse.
Then the bickering starts.
“I wonder how they saw us,” Habit says, like he doesn’t know exactly how.
Clawdite and I shake our heads.
“We’re never hearing the end of this,” I say.
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Teth has been on my list of things to build for years now, so it was a blast getting to finally build it. Thanks for checking this out!