"One trooper driving, the other is on the same side but in the back. The negotiator sits next to him on the right," relates TB from memory.In for a credit, in for the whole cred chip, Mack nods, "I will give it a shot."
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"Did you get the 'this can absawlutely NOT get back taw Darga' bit?" Inquires the besalisk. "That sawrt awf means 'absawlutely naw witnesses' in Darga's city, you knaw. If there's sawmeawne taw see you AND repawrt taw anybawdy that cares, we're *already* screwed... It's gawtta be marbling *quick*.""It could," says Darius with a faint smile, "but it would also be fairly obvious who and what I was once I did that. I was thinking of using the stun baton until we have no other choice."
Mack's attempt at a PIT manuever would have succeeded if it hadn't have been for a near miracle bit of piloting by the clone driving the Imperial speeder. From his sight and the feel of the landspeeder, it doesn't seem as if the speeder is that heavily armored.
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"Did you get the 'this can absawlutely NOT get back taw Darga' bit?" Inquires the besalisk. "That sawrt awf means 'absawlutely naw witnesses' in Darga's city, you knaw. If there's sawmeawne taw see you AND repawrt taw anybawdy that cares, we're *already* screwed... It's gawtta be marbling *quick*."
"Saw just thraw the thing in the campactawr then," shrugs Sloor, not really caring. "Awr give it taw me." Got to be a market for the things, even if the rumours about only jedis being able to use them are true. Most of his attention is out the front windscreen though, on one closing speeder in particular..."There's a difference between the Crimson Fists doing a bit of freelance piracy, and a Jedi on the loose," replies Darius calmly, as he readies himself for action and hangs on during Mack's maneuvre. "Mainly *oof*... mainly a whole lot of bounty."
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"Yeah!" A small congratulatory shoulder-shake on blondy's armoured shoulder, "Gun it, Mack man! We want taw catch them sawmewhere quiet, maybe just as they're leaving tawn?" Sloor rubs his free hands and cracks his knuckles in predatory anticipation -- still, he's a bit surprised she gave in so easily... A sideways look: "You - ah -" And then he stops, feeling sheepish for some reason.
"Ah." He's pretty sure she's not going to shoot him -- pretty sure. "That bad, uh?" Another short silence <I'm assuming>, and so he hms, considering her... "You want a favawr in exchange?" he quietly offers. She's known him long enough now to think it's, strangely enough, an honest offer.Mir looks up at the besalisk with a raised brow and then looks away unholstering her blaster and looking it over...