[En route]
"Even better," Demos says with a smile. "We bought one. Been using the gas to sell to the Imperials, for the slaves, sadly, as well as using it for our own operations."
"Always wanted taw see awne awf thawse things," lies Sloor through his teeth and hiding it with a self-conscious shrug: well they do look good on the posters, right? Very... station-like, but with clouds instead of stars...
"You been there yourself?"
He can see one corner of the buildings surrounding the spaceport coming into view on their left. Time's growing short...
<Response Demos?>
perrinmiller and Dr Simon said:
Mack shrugs as Sloor starts speculating and explains what they learned on the datachips from Demos' safe. [...]
"Much as I would love to deal with it now, we don't want to show our hand too early," says Darius.
"You spirks dawn't knaw genius when you hear it," grouses the besalisk, forcefully dropping back onto his stool -- the lack of back rest almost has him immediately spilling to the floor, but he manages to (barely) catch himself on the wall with a wild gesture:
"Whaw!"
TB actually *sniggers*.
"Shut it, will you?"
"While on the subject of geniuses," segs a magnificently unruffled hover droid,
"might I remind you all that tibanna gas is carbonite-frozen for transport?"
"Saw?" prompts its owner after a beat, not getting it.
TB's blue optics rotate right and down, pointing at a specific spot about one level down...
"Awh... Awh! You're thinking..." A frecsing *long shot*, but- He turns to Mack and Mir:
"That file you just mentionned: we get anything awn the biaw awf thawse taw dawn there awn it? Like *where* they were frawzen fawr example? Who are thawse spirks anyways?" Jedi, like they thought? Investigating clever little Demos'
'operations' on their tibanna-mining platform maybe?
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I guess this is really a question for Possum: *ARE* those things mentionned on the disks acquired by Mack and Mir?
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