(Mess Hall)
Not a live cast then...
"Still," frowns the besalisk,
"nawthing awn the Tibanna cawnectian?" Following Darius' lead, he too directs his question at their captain. (He was actually rather hoping the senator, with his clearer view of the playing field, would've ordered them to stay -- or, frek, go if that was the right orbit after all. Who knows?)
<Response Okeefe?>
The besalisks looks a bit dubitative:
"You dawne awne awf these things befawre, Mack man?"
<Response Mack?>
(Cargo bay)
"Frek," breathes Sloor, rather disappointed. He tosses the comlinks in the trash compactor and cycles it a few time to make sure *those* aren't coming back to haunt them.
"Luggage maybe?" She must have a datapad or... *something*, right?
"See if you can secure them a bit better too, will you Mack man? TB's gawt an extra set awf cuffs and I saw a welder sawmewhere in there last time I looked." A vague gesture towards the banshee's storage locker. He's frankly... a *bit* preoccupied though.
"Want taw give me a hand with the baggage, Darius man?"
<Response Mac and Darius?>
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Sloor will search the imperial's baggage - with Darius' help if he wants to - turning off the tracer and handing it back to TB while he's at it. He's thorough, ripping anything that looks like it might contain a secret something, including bottoms, linings and side pockets... Anything?
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EDIT= Just to make sure, those *were* just plain comlinks, right? No datastorage at all?