User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2015/@comment-24422626-20150812051330


 * Nearly deserted, Glaive pulls out his communicator.*

[click]

"Butler... Beam me up, please..."

* ''He is soon gone. Meanwhile, Discord furrows his brow and waves his arms.''*

Discord: The ''Master of Chaos! ''You know? D'argh, whatever... It seems we still need some TLC over here.

* The draconequus points out Thunder's limp wing to Brokenheart.*

* Butler meets Goldfin in the hallway with two damage control drones in tow.*

Butler: Our medbay came under an attack of some sort, Madam Goldfin. Several of your colleagues had to be rushed to the hospital.

Long-Face: He is a practiced hacker, Mr. Chance, that much is certain... But he belongs to the League. I daresay he would refuse to help us, if you are entertaining that notion.