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"It's a deal then," grins Sloor, and then they wrist-squeeze on it, sealing it for all eternity (or a reasonable facsimile thereof). "Enjawy the speeder."Daulto looks at Sloor, considering the Besalisk's offer for a second. "You know us taxi drivers do find out a lot of information..." he states. "I can keep an ear open, if you need information."
Just then, outside, their fearless captain steps out of yet another taxi (specifically *not* the same one he took near Daulto's) and clambers up the ramp to the banshee, looking in rather a fine mood, actually. "Hey there, spirks! Haw gaws the awperatian?"Mir looks at Mack and after a quick moment of thought she nods, "You know, that is not a half bad idea. It might even be tempting to change my appearance to march hers. Maybe march right into the dungeons, perhaps using Sloor as a prisoner and demanding what is the Empire's due. Would be nice to keep that disguise until we got the heck out of here. If anything it would cause some confusion for a short bit, and long term maybe even turn Darga against the Empire."