"Jarvis." Well, that tone was to be expected. Fives shook his head.
"I'm sorry for what happened, Jarvis-"
He couldn't take too long apologizing. All of their lives were at stake here. Leaning his hands against the console, he looked at the hologram.
"Look. We've got a problem. We got hit by an ion cannon of some kind and it's completely shorted the systems. If we don't get things back on line, we'll be dead without a fight. The Separatists I told you about? Sendin' their droid fighters as we speak- to finish us off."
The severity of their situation seemed to really sink in, then. Fives pried off his helmet again to look at the holo with his own eyes.
"We need your help, if you'll give it. Otherwise there'll be even less left of all of us than the Iron Maiden.
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Date: 2015-05-18 06:37 am (UTC)"I'm sorry for what happened, Jarvis-"
He couldn't take too long apologizing. All of their lives were at stake here. Leaning his hands against the console, he looked at the hologram.
"Look. We've got a problem. We got hit by an ion cannon of some kind and it's completely shorted the systems. If we don't get things back on line, we'll be dead without a fight. The Separatists I told you about? Sendin' their droid fighters as we speak- to finish us off."
The severity of their situation seemed to really sink in, then. Fives pried off his helmet again to look at the holo with his own eyes.
"We need your help, if you'll give it. Otherwise there'll be even less left of all of us than the Iron Maiden.
"...please."