Binder Fred
3 rings to bind them all!
Sloor rears up, frekking insulted, and then something clicks: no greed; she has no frecsing greed! Doesn't think anything of spitting on what they've gained so far (the ear of a Hutt, for frecsing out loud! Access to his network. Access to the coming Imperials!), doesn't think of future gains -- either for the frekking long term 'mission' OR for themselves personally later on. She's only thinking of helping in the now - a flash to the felucian village - again.
Which is scary as all hell by itself, but "The prawblem cawmes when you frekking need taw shoot a plan that has an actual chance awf wawrking in the face while carrying awt sawmething that prawbably has naw frecsing cawnnection taw why we're here, Sra." He raises a pair of hands in an appeal to frecsing common sense, some of his exasperation coming through at last: "What's WRANG with wanting taw peek intaw this lawvely black bawx you spirks are handing us *befawre* we stake every single frecsing thing we awn an it?"
Which is scary as all hell by itself, but "The prawblem cawmes when you frekking need taw shoot a plan that has an actual chance awf wawrking in the face while carrying awt sawmething that prawbably has naw frecsing cawnnection taw why we're here, Sra." He raises a pair of hands in an appeal to frecsing common sense, some of his exasperation coming through at last: "What's WRANG with wanting taw peek intaw this lawvely black bawx you spirks are handing us *befawre* we stake every single frecsing thing we awn an it?"
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