"The gas we know is for weapons. And the amount that the Imperials want means lots of weapons. So yes, they are up to something. How questioning a negotiator, and a bad one at that, for more? I am not seeing what you can get out of it except adding more danger to the equation. Outting us for being more than we are pretending to be." The woman is still not happy about the situation.
"But hey, do what you have to do." Mir adds and sits back in the seat as the the speeder speeds along.
Sloor looks at her somewhat strangely and repeats, slowly, what the Varth man told them from the start:
"Huge amawnts awf creds and ressawrces are being funnelled intaw this Thing, sra. It's taking *a lawt* awf their time and its killing thawsands *befawre* they even get taw play chump change fawr Darga's Tibanna. *That's* what the V man tawld us and he's seen the frecs- the repawrts." He shakes his head:
"Simple Slaves fawr Weapons just dawestn't *begin* taw cawver it awn my pad." A pause. And then he sighs deep, muscles releasing their tension.
"But anyways, Sra Okeefe knaws what we knaw - filled her in while I was there - awthers will knaw pretty soon taw. Saw, like I was telling Darius, we've gawt marbling little taw gain by leaving at this pawint, missian half finished -" He catches Mir's change of expression and quickly adds:
"- awr nawt... Naw awn the negawtiatawr side awf thing," he looks a bit worried himself,
"You may just have a pawint there..." his lower right hand begins to tap nervously on his large thigh -- Frek this is hard: he can't help feeling they're somehow loosing a perfect opportunity - but to do what he's not so sure - and the consequences -
*They are headed to the southern outskirts of the city.
<Assuming somebody communicates this:
"Away frawm the yard?" Now isn't that interesting: Where the frek are they going?
"A landed ship? *Anawther* meeting? Maybe a frecsing fawrtified base?" And it means *they* need to make up their minds all the quicker: following them discretely in the open country of those frecsing land bridges is likely going be trickier than in a crowded city...
"That sounds reasonable," Darius says. (...) "Now, will following this Varda help us either way?" He looks around at his friends and shrugs. "Beggered if I know."
"Victra," distractedly corrects Sloor.
"Breaking sawmeawne ain't pretty, and I'm thinking she ain't the type that bends easy... It ain't pretty AND it takes time... AND you sawrt awf have taw hawld your prisawner while you check awt her answers, dan't you?" Else it's just too frecsing easy for them to *lie*. They *don't* have that kind of-
"Do we have to do the interrogating?" quietly inquires TB from the back.
Even Sloor turns halfway back with a somewhat thunderous frown:
"What's the pawint awf kidnapping her if we dan't-" Oh. If *we* don't do the interrogating...
"Awer friends awn the cawrvette?"
"That was my thinking, yes," admits the droid with not a trace of humbleness. It knows its own worth.
Try it out here and if she proves difficult, well...
"That - could - actually - *wawrk*." Nab the princess and turn her into treasure for Veranna's table? No (too) tight deadline? No (rather) troublesome murdering when they're done? Not bad. Frek, not bad at all! He turns to Mir, seeing her active again,
"You -ah- get anything there, sra?" (By her expression, either she didn't or it went his way and she doesn't want to admit it...)
<Response Mir, all?>
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He's refering to the trance.
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((Not sure how many times she has to say it, but okay... ))
As many times as it takes to get your way, of course.
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