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Returns PBF - In Character
Xander Morhaime:
"If you're so keen to help, you can carry him," CX replied, indicating the sick rebel with a shrug. It was quite clear from his tone that he neither liked, nor trusted this new arrival, though he had to make some concessions for the sake of the Jedi. Even with Fathima out of the picture, their limited supplies would only last so long...
"We're not planning to stay here or take anything off this planet that wasn't here to begin with. We simply require parts to affect repairs of our ship's hyperdrive and continue on our way," the clone added by way of explanation, keeping the repeater rifle at the ready.
Silhar:
"I can walk by myself, thanks.", cut back Vince, smiling weakly and falsely, too.
He slowly stepped towards the Zabrak. His leg kept on pulsing, his face muscles twitching in pain. There was a visible stream of sweat on his brow.
"What kind of help do you want to offer us ?", he said with a deeply concealed sarcasm. "And what do you want in return ? Who the hell are you, woman, to appear out of nowhere and make some strange offers to random travellers ?" - thus saying, the Rebel quickly became dead serious, barking a barrage of questions in direction of the woman and holding his blaster tightly, in emergency. The fever was dancing in his mad glare. "Justify yourself. NOW."
He raised his weapon...
...for Vince didn't see the Zabrak, but his old, old fellow - the one responsible for selling them out during Endor incident... Oh, the speech was so familiar. Some random idea for a buisness thrown suddenly, some shady proposition of taking a shortcut. He would happily gun the person right there down, piece by piece, starting with knees, followed by hands, arms...
Xander Morhaime:
"Oh, shut up," CX snapped, glancing briefly to the side at Vince. At the same moment, his left arm, the cybernetic one, swung out in an arc to backhand the rebel on the head.
Gargulec:
Vince, already weakened by the disease fell on the mushy soil. Jedi approached him and helped him up.
'It was unnecessary.' she said.
'You're wrong.' replied Triz, smiling. 'And I guess that I must thank you, whoever you are' she gazed at CX. 'This guy is clearly hallucinating. And appears to be sick, in both meanings of this word.'
The zabrak closed down on you.
'You can have problems acquiring spare parts here. If you hoped for salvaging wrecks, then I'm sad to inform you that it was already done, several times, so it is highly doubtful that you'll manage to find anything useful there.
'You may, however, try to reach Galazi's Refuge. It is not *that* far from my dwelling, to which I now invite you, and, if I am not wrong, you can buy a lot there, if you have creds, that is. So?'
Spoiler (click to show/hide)Two plot points for Vince and one for CX. 5 Advancement points to both of them.
Xander Morhaime:
"I've just been waiting for an excuse to do that, really," the clone replied with a shrug, shouldering the repeater. "As for purchasing... I'm sure we'll be able to strike a deal of one sort or another once we get there. Provided they actually have what we need."
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