Rave: "Alright, as the common Battle Droid would say, drop your weapons, men. We'll need both hands to get the job done."
Later: Rave: "Okay, that's all the weapons. Let's get started on this base!" Clone Commander (in maroon): "Uh, sir, I don't think we can do that by ourselves." Rave: "Of course not! That's why we have…"
"… the Right Hand!!" Clones in general: "Holy cow!! The almighty Right Hand! It has built many many things normally based off of Star Wars, along with its companion, the Left Hand!"
RH: "What can I do for you, Rave?" Rave: "Well, the base floor is done, AND the power generator. We need walls, maybe a gate, and some greeblies here and there."
RH: "Can do, Rave! Lemme show all the places that can help you build."
RH: "Here's some white to get things started…"
"…Some bley as well…"
"And behind you guys is a lot of good republic-esque stuff, mostly the Republic Fighter Tank. Get to work, I'll check in later."
Progress into making the base is definite.
Clone to the right: "Well, here's two more. One's definitely an old white, the other fresh from the Republic Fighter Tank." Clone to the left: "Good, good, put them in their respective piles."
Clone scout (on left): "Careful now, these bricks can get heavy in multiples." Clone on right: "Yeah, you heard how the Right and Left Hand actually found that MTT heavy after the EXCESSIVE HOURS of building it?" Clone scout: "Umm, is the narrator possessing you? Sounds to me like he's got some anger to shake loose." Clone on right: "Well, after the SHELF THE MTT WAS ON FELL OFF BECAUSE OF THE STUPID CAT YOU CAN SEE IN MY AVATAR JUMPING ONTO IT, I HAD A HECK OF A TIME PICKING UP ALL THE PIECES OF THE OBLITERATED MTT, AMONG OTHER MOCS." Clone scout: "Willis? Check your caps lock, dude. Might be busted."
Rave lifting the Republic Fighter Tank's cockpit using clear lego pieces the Force!
Clone scout on right: "I spy with my considerably realistic eye, a Republic insignia!" Clone on left: "Oh yeah? Well I spy a heckuva lot of maroon pieces."
M8 Droids, collectively: "What can we do, Mechanic?" Mechanic: "Uhh, I dunno. The main problem is you lack arms. So… look cute. That's all I can say."
Wallace, though, would rather watch Rave. Wallace wasn't like the other M8s.
MOCtag anyone? jk, jk.
MORE progress. Yep.
The piles of white both new and old, c'est fini!
Clone scout: "I'm fine, WER-E, no need to be… never mind."
Clones from behind the base before: "Look what we found! Fences!!… For… keeping droids… distracted?"
The M8s continue to do nothing but act cute. To be honest, I think it's working.
RH: "Dang, guys, you've been trucking on with this project!" All: "What's a truck?" RH: "Well… never mind."
RH: "Well, Rave, looks like progress is going as scheduled. Maybe you guys don't need me and Lefty after all." All: WHAT?!
Comment on anything you want to, ranging from the story line, to the MTT AND MY STUPID CAT!! and to the almighty Right Hand.
Willis, I am going to start a contest soon in S.N.O.T., I have a few ideas of the subject matter, but I would like to see what the group members think. If you have any ideas, then just write them down on the new conversation topic.
Excellent MOC! A lot of things made me laugh, like the "drop your weapons"(--->I said drop them! Roger roger!), "c'est fini" (Yay! French!) and...your CAT!! He reminds me of my neighbour's cat, who always tries to eat my bricks! I really don't know why, but Lego bricks make the cats go completely mad! :)