Songdragon
Explorer
Mir gets out of the speeder and approaches Okeefe, "I would wait to say anything until we have, her," she nods her head to the prisoner, "stowed away, unless you think it is okay for her to hear it."
"Daulto How, as I recall." A pause as TB links up. "Unfortunately a fairly common name on Cato Nemoidia, if we go by the Zarra comm directory: 8 hits."
"Frek... Any awf them have their awn taxi campany awr sawmething? Awr did you catch the name awf his campany too?" It must have been written somewhere on the thing, but frek if he remembers...
<Response TB?>
OOC: Sloor would want to get his home address, if at all possible.
"Gawd wark! Guide me." He takes a sharp right on TB's indications.
Even just this is exiting. He's rarely felt so alive as he has on this trip! Strangely enough, he recognizes the feeling: the frekking current is with them again!
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Once they get there, Sloor parks the white landspeeder out in the street in front of a two-story, pale-brown stone building, slams the door shut and tromps on up the few steps leading to the first floor front door (like most of the houses here, upper story has its own set of stairs on the side and its own front door; many of the other buildings have stairs down to half-basement residences too). He stabs the call button.
<Assuming the right Daulto answers:
"Hey there, taxi man," greets Sloor with a grin. "Look what I brawght you!" He sidesteps and does a tadaa gesture. (Better frekking hope this *works*... Be a shame to have all his 'good intentions' go down the drain.)
<Response Daulto?>
"Well," Sloor has the good grace to look slightly embarrassed, scratching at his temple, "yours gawt... dinged a little in the pursuit. *Pretty* sure that hawver gang ain't gawing taw be bawthering your custawmers any mawre thawgh." And that should be worth a whole lot of something, right? (Assuming he didn't have some sort of profit-sharing agreement with them, of course.) A nod of the head as the grin returns: "Came awn dawn and take a look at it: you'll *like* this awne."The Nemoidian looks at the white landspeeder, shock in his eyes. "You come into my cab and steal it and expect this to be a suitable substitute?"
Sloor grins back, observing the blue man as he goes around enthusiastically inspecting the car, "Gawd taw hear... Saw maybe I should take this awne back then? Since you dan't need it..."He laughs heartily. "Of course I will! The cab company is covered by insurance and have already gotten their payment for a replacement! The old one was about to conk out in a month or so, anyway! Too many miles.
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