Binder Fred
3 rings to bind them all!
Not happy and not talking either. Ain't life grand?Like pulling tentacles off a dianoga sometimes. "But you ain't happy abawt it. Sra." A statement, with a whole lot of question marks at the end: What's not to frekking like?
The soldier suggests, "To get them out now we'd need plausible deniability or a good alibi-" [etc]
[The Guard Room]
But the droid demures... "What's your angle then?" inquires the besalisk, mostly out of random cusiosity. If it ain't getting creds out of this, why take the (not frekking inconsiderable) risk of working for two masters?"A tip?" offers Sloor, gesturing to the creds still piled on the table.
<Response Six Six?>
"Uh. Would've thawght he'd gaw everywhere with the big spirk," frows Sloor... before leaning back in his chair. After that sudden bit of excittment, it's enough to watch blondy do his thing and let the waves of an intoxicated balance system rock him gently to the shores of contentment... "Wake me up when you've gawt sawmething.""That is not something that I was aware of." He gives a slight shrug motion before leaving.
Mir looks over mack's shoulder... "I heard some spacers mention an algorithm they used to cut through Imperial 'interference'..."
"We are clear," reports TB's voice once the silver droid has climbed the second set of steps.
Then, a bit later: "I believe you mean 'For' instead of 'While' there."
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