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Opening Chatroom: Marv's gaggle of idiots: councilors addition
Welcome back, You Only Live Quince ( @saberstaff_mastery_ )
Online now: Dad of the Millennium Awardee, Pepper Spray, Old Frog, Ti and Biscuits, Ginger Disaster...
13:09 cst-
You Only Live Quince: @orders_champion
You Only Live Quince: Answer my summons you absolute coward
Pepper Spray: What do you want now?
You Only Live Quince: I want a battalion.
Pepper Spray: ...
Pepper Spray: And why, pray tell, would you want a battalion? You aren't doing any frontline work, Marv.
You Only Live Quince: Because if I have to leave any of these boys here on this watery hellhole when I know I could have kept them away from the impending doom of being decommissioned
You Only Live Quince: I would burn down the senate building
You Only Live Quince: And that karking wrinkled bastard raisin with it
Pepper Spray: And what does that have to do with me?
You Only Live Quince: Simple, but damning.
You Only Live Quince: Paperwork.
Pepper Spray: Its paperwork either way.
You Only Live Quince: Kark you, I'll raize the whole city.
You Only Live Quince: And I assure you all, It will be in righteous Justice against those that damned these boys to death and war at the age of karkin TEN.
Pepper Spray: what
Dad of the Millennium Awardee: Marv, I'll gladly join you.
Ginger Disaster: they're ten?? As in, only been alive for ten standard years?
Ginger Disaster: What the kriff??
Dad of the Millennium Awardee: Wolffe confirmed that they're mostly all Ten standard, physically and mentally twenty. Seeing as it would be irresponsible of me as a Master Jedi who serves on the council to declare war on both kamino AND the senate, I'm going to go destroy something that isn't sentient. Probably a rock.
You Only Live Quince: Don't forget to take off you claw caps plo.
-Dad of The Millennium Awardee is offline...-
You Only Live Quince: Vos also wants a battalion. So, considering we're shadows and can keep them away from harm, and/or abscond with them at any point in time to the outer rim
You Only Live Quince: I suggest you give them to us. Please and thank you.
Pepper Spray: Alright. I'll forward the request through. Anybody you specifically have in mind as officers for these battalions should be brought up with me later.
Pepper Spray: You two can deliberate between yourselves for specific troops.
You Only Live Quince: Thank You. I'll tell Vos. He's currently on Shaak-sitting duty.
Pepper Spray: Why would we need to know that?
Ti and biscuits: ikarkinghatethisbitchiswear.png
System Admin:[ Image ID: Quinlan Vos standing in between a kaminoan and multiple clone troopers, hand firmly resting on Shaak Ti's shoulder. Shaak Ti appears to be in a protective stance. The troopers huddled behind her look afraid. Kaminoan looks {undefined}.]
Ti and Biscuits: Sorry, not suppose to be here because i'm slicing through files but the notifications kept going off, so here's a better explanation. -Tech
Ginger Disaster: Oh Force, I think she might actually kill somebody.
-Ti and biscuits is offline...-
Pepper Spray: For once, I'm glad Vos isn't where he's suppose to be.
Pepper Spray: However, who's tech, and why do they have Shaaks datapad?
You Only Live Quince: My child. Don't bully him he's trying his best.
Pepper Spray: How many have you adopted, Marv.
You Only Live Quince: A bathaload more now that there are two battalions between me and Vos.
Pepper Spray: ...
Old Frog: More grandchildren, welcome, I do.
You Only Live Quince: The grandmaster has spoken, you have no shit on me.
-You Only Live Quince is offline...-
Goodbye, You Only Live Quince.