Gym, afternoon

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The reports coming in from her clone troopers were worrying to say the least. Tex scanned around the gym seeing no one in charge and cursed. Who the hell was in charge at this school? Even Church was better at organising things. Changing the channel to communication systems, she finally found the right wavelength and the P.A. crackled to life.

"... stupid useless... Alright, that's better. Okay, listen up you anklebiters. Town's under attack by some sort of... I can't believe I'm fucking saying this... snow monsters. They got tentacles and you can shoot them but they'll kinda just reform a while later. Yeah, this should be fun. I suggest you all get some weapons and defend yourself. And if I see anyone of you adolescent fucktards heading into town to get in my troopers way I'll rip out your skull."

She turned off the communications and looked around her.

"Right, now what kind of firepower do you guys have here? You better not all be like that Canadian dictionary loving pacifist."

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Re: Be a big damn hero

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Han's got an armload of guns he can't identify and a couple of extra blasters tucked into his gunbelt, along with his own custom job.

He deposits them on a table and looks for someone who might be able to tell him where he can do the most damage.

Re: Be a big damn hero

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"Han, sweetie, do you have any more of those rifles like you sold me? I left mine back at the dive." Deb glances over to where Carl is checking his service revolver.

Re: Be a big damn hero

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

"Sorry, Deb." He hesitates just a minute. "Here. I want these back." He hands her the two DL-33s. "You be safe."

He dashes off to follow Pippi to mount the defense of the clinic.