Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28920015-20170913015646/@comment-27344811-20170913111855

Grievous puts his lightsabers away. -

Lewis drops a box in front of H1. "New shotgun. Buletts explode into shrapnel."

Bee coughs into his fist. "I know where we can find backup; but trust me.." he points at H1. "We'll need you for this."