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<blockquote data-quote="Binder Fred" data-source="post: 5968716" data-attributes="member: 63746">Unawares, the besalisk just shrugs: it'll work out or it won't, but it wouldn't have felt quite right otherwise, now would it? Not like 200 is a big deal for him any more anyways...[After the Mir call]&quot;We'll need sawme numbers if we're gawing taw pitch that taw them tawnight thawgh...&quot; He let's that hang, brow ridges raised towards the majordomo: numbers are clearly the neimoidian's domain (and it should keep him entirely busy until the meet).&lt;Response Demos?&gt;[ In the car]On their way back, Sloor lounges on his seat in his usual relaxed pause, sort of quietly jonesing for one of his usual glow sticks: *got* to stop by a dealer while they're here (Frekking frigate ain't got a single one anywhere on board!). &quot;Saw haw did awer glawrious emplawer get intaw the tibanna game anyway? Family business awr sawmething?&quot;Just making conversation...&lt;Response Demos?&gt;[Planning session in their quarters]&quot;The frekking felucian thing had me awff the track campletely: I was thinking biaw-experiments, right? Slaves *cawming* taw Darga *after* they'd been submitted taw the 'prawcess' awr sawmething... But it's the awther frekking way arawund! Empire's shunting small-time rebels intaw barely useful punishment jawbs and then pushing them awff as spare change awn Darga when they're used up, sure, but that's just a sideline (Galaxy-scale cheap mudcrutches at the Empire Buraw of Finances apparently)... The impawrtant bit's the frekking *tibanna gas* they're getting *frawm* Darga: That's what's feeding the Sa- the thing!&quot; It seems so frecsing obvious when you put it like that, doesn't it? Guess it's true what they say about 'assume'.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Binder Fred, post: 5968716, member: 63746"] Unawares, the besalisk just shrugs: it'll work out or it won't, but it wouldn't have felt quite right otherwise, now would it? Not like 200 is a big deal for him any more anyways... [B][After the Mir call][/B] [COLOR="Plum"]"We'll need sawme numbers if we're gawing taw pitch that taw them tawnight thawgh..."[/COLOR] He let's that hang, brow ridges raised towards the majordomo: numbers are clearly the neimoidian's domain (and it should keep him entirely busy until the meet). [COLOR="Gray"]<Response Demos?>[/COLOR] [B][ In the car][/B] On their way back, Sloor lounges on his seat in his usual relaxed pause, sort of quietly jonesing for one of his usual glow sticks: *got* to stop by a dealer while they're here (Frekking frigate ain't got a single one anywhere on board!). [COLOR="Plum"]"Saw haw did awer glawrious emplawer get intaw the tibanna game anyway? Family business awr sawmething?"[/COLOR] Just making conversation... [COLOR="Gray"]<Response Demos?>[/COLOR] [B][Planning session in their quarters][/B] [COLOR="Plum"]"The frekking felucian thing had me awff the track campletely: I was thinking biaw-experiments, right? Slaves *cawming* taw Darga *after* they'd been submitted taw the 'prawcess' awr sawmething... But it's the awther frekking way arawund! Empire's shunting small-time rebels intaw barely useful punishment jawbs and then pushing them awff as spare change awn Darga when they're used up, sure, but that's just a sideline (Galaxy-scale cheap mudcrutches at the Empire Buraw of Finances apparently)... The impawrtant bit's the frekking *tibanna gas* they're getting *frawm* Darga: That's what's feeding the Sa- the thing!"[/COLOR] It seems so frecsing obvious when you put it like that, doesn't it? Guess it's true what they say about 'assume'. [/QUOTE]

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