Star Wars, 2/10

“Don’t forget you have +1 to Astrogate.”
“1d. +1d. Although it’s probably just +1.”

“I wouldn’t use the word ‘attack.’ We boarded hostilely, but we didn’t attack until they attacked us. They didn’t even stop to ask us what was going on.”

“I pointed a gun at a guy and he ran away.”
“It was a big gun.”
“Doesn’t change my statement.”

“I’m gonna go visit the non-Euclidean room.”

“We should upload her to a lifter droid.”
“No thank you.”
“But then you could evaluate things and stow them!”

“But you can’t think of a time when she was ever mentioned.”
“Because she was taking the pictures! Moms are never in the pictures.”

“‘I can see you from here,’ she repeats.”
“It’s coming from inside the house!”

“I hope you still have a brain when she’s done.”
“I don’t have one of those anyway.”
“I wasn’t gonna say anything.”

“You just contacted a piece of the living Force.”
“And it didn’t eat your brain!”
“I’m pretty sure it removed the filters…”

“Yeah, let’s go somewhere darker and quieter.”
“This room is pretty much pitch black.”
“Shit.”

“We are on fire tonight.”
“We ARE on fire tonight. If we keep rolling like this, it’s possibly going to be literal.”

“I mean, to be honest, whether we intended to or not, so far we’ve been acting as infiltration specialists.”
“We can neither confirm nor deny…”
“I think it’s Sarah’s fault.”

“I mean, we’ve tried to be infiltration specialists before, and it usually just involved smashing down a wall and screaming at people.”

“Watch out for the giant spiders, by the way! They seem to be friendly, but they’re… very large.”
“They are friendly! They’re part of the living Force.”
“They’re also very large.”

“Is there a Force power we can use to filter what comes out of his mouth?”
“The Force isn’t that strong.”

“Leaving the scene is key.”
“Hey, you do listen!”

“They’re not sentients. Chitter, chitter, wave, wave, mandible clack.”

“Why do YOU get to shoot people?”
“Perks of being a captain!”
“I thought we didn’t have ranks.”

“That, or we’re gonna get two AT-ATs and both try to stomp him in some kind of bastardized Riverdance…”