Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5726563-20131012204124/@comment-25151516-20131105234637

James handed Ed his phone. "I've locked it to keep up the loop. I won't be tempted this way." He held his hands to his face and massaged some oncoming fatigue away, then he started into the warehouse.

Having heard Urdin's shouting, he answered: "Weapons storage, decommissioned droids, hardware backups, Edgris Industries -- there you are: Mark One Core." He needed a crowbar. Not finding one around him he heard a fearful whimper behind him. Turning, he found Anderson hiding in a shelf and clutching a crowbar as if his life depended on it.

"MacLeod would call you 'Muckle Gype', you stupid idiot. What have you done, other than not properly guard and not touch the units? And give me that." He snatched the crowbar away and tried it on the crate. Getting it open, he found the core and handed the core back to Anderson. "We will have words."

Leaving the warehouse, he looked to the struggling young man with pepperspray in his face and knew: ''Bruce ail help him. He always helps.''

Leaving the warehouse with a brisk pace, he replaced the core. After, he thought in a millisecond, looking at Ed's determination: ''Now there is a young man with light in what he believes in. I have no doubt that he and Urdin and Bruce all have great light within them. And I hope it stays that way. ''

"Now then, the servos need replacing," James told Ed. "There is definitely a decommissioned unit, inside, that had flame and electric retardant armor plating." He examined Olive for a moment. "I think they would look good on her."