Binder Fred
3 rings to bind them all!
"Sure enawth." Sloor leans closer, elbow on knee, "Saw when did you start having dawbts then?"Varth looks Sloor as the Besalisk asks him about his condition. "I believe I shall be fine for the trip to wherever you're taking me," he states in a fine Coruscanti accent. "As for that, I have information that the Empire is planning something big. I don't quite know what it is. I've also been funneling certain information to some interested third parties about the Empire's activities.
Sloor throws up all four of his hands and wanders off to do something else.After giving it his best shot and failing, he looks at Mir and offers, "Perhaps she plays on the other side of the deflector shield, if you know what I mean."
«Nice exchange.
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"Frek." Sloor takes in the ship... "Neck deep in military crap naw, spirks."
He scrunches close to the viewports, trying to see if they've got other neighbours.
«Any other ship in the vicinity, Possum. Docked with the other ship or otherwise.