Songdragon and Dr.Simon said:
"Honestly Sloor, I think that is exactly what this 'project' is about. The Imperials buying up Tibana gas and using, or at least they were, using people as trade," the woman says. She then comments, "With what we know and have discovered, I think we were done, except getting those in Darga's out." her hands go out as she is rather exasperated to a point she does not know what to say or do next.
"What Mir says has truth - is there more we can usefully learn about the Sarlacc Project here?"
Sloor looks from one to the other, so lost in the sudden alienness of his human companions that he even forgets to correct Darius on his use of *frekking names!*:
"'Nawthing else taw the prawject'? What the frek? Have you spirks been sleeping fawr the past three days awr what? Have *I* just wawken up? I said it nawt three hawers agaw, spirks: the Tibanna's what's *feeding* the- the Thing. (Prawbably snacks awn healthy helpings awf the slave's labawr too.) All we're seeing here, right naw is the frekking *supply line* fawr the true, the real, the actual marbling- Thing!"
He stops, slowly blinks at them, looking truly puzzled:
"Didn't I explain this bit after we went taw visit the slave pens?" Well, maybe 'explain' is pushing it a bit, now that he thinks about it, but they did cover the 'huge chunks of creds being funnelled', and the 'no point in hiding simple blaster development from the frekking senate' bits, right? How could they... Frek! This is apparently *his* day to get hit hard in the assumptions!
<Response Mir, Darius?>
(A bit later, I'm guessing)
The woman sits back and attempts to calm her mind and tries to gauge the group's next actions are wise...
Sloor gives her a wary look (Sure, if you're going to be pulled along by some frecsing invisible 'current' with a mind of its own (scary thought), then somebody who can actually *see* it is a frekking useful thing to have... *He* is still not too frekking comfortable with the base concept though). And best to cross check it with, you know, actual sense. (He's not too sure the current cares in what state they come out the other end -- *if* coming out is in its plans at all! Frek if he'll fully trust something like that with his life, Mir or no Mir!)
Leaning forth so he can address the two men up front in a lowered voice (trying not to disturb her too much):
"Alright, saw the carbsicle thing's a nice dream at this pawint, sure, but with nawthing taw suppawrt it saw far. Let's cancentrate awn what we can *actually* have a chance of getting frawm this: the infaw. That's the gawd side. The bad side is: if Darga finds awt *anything* abawt this, we're campletely frekked awn the Tibanna lead. If we daw this then, we have taw be *completely* stealthy!" A pause for an indrawn breath (and getting his thoughts together too):
"Prawblem two: what if we can't get the frecsing infaw awt awf her? She ain't a scared hawvergang leader we can just interrawgate awn the side awf the frecsing street and expect taw get gawd answers (dawn't knaw abawt you spirks, but she didn't look like the type taw crack easy taw me anyways: she's a frekking Imperial Negawtiatawr!). Prawblem three we already knaw: what daw we *daw* with her afterwards?"
Which is why he was leaning towards just following before -- but what are the frekking odds she'll leave from Cato Neimoidia and go *straight* to the heart of an ultra top secret imperial black ops operation? Might be worth trying anyways, to cover all the bases, but no question it's a frekking *loooong* shot! They can do better than-
A sudden thought -- and maybe it's selfish of him, but:
"Frek, what happens taw the Tibanna *deal* we just frekking negawtiated if she dawesn't shaw up awn the awther end?"