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Xander Morhaime:
"Long story short, the ship we were travelling on was attacked. I am under orders to get her," the clone nodded towards the Jedi, "to her destination alive and in one piece, so I did what I could to get us off the ship before it was lost. We picked up two more crewmembers along the way, and this one who'd escaped from his cell in the chaos, no doubt," this time he indicated the rebel with a nod. "Our shuttle's hyperdrive got fried in the escape, though, and... well, here we are. So when will you show us this trading post? I'd rather not stick around here any longer than I absolutely have to..."

Silhar:
Vincent did not say anything more than a silent "My thanks to you, miss.", when the woman injected him the antibiotic. The sound of his voice was even weaker. When the Clone was asking about the trading post, he only gazed into the Zabrak's eyes, barely visibly shaking his head.

Gargulec:
'Well, this post is something like two hundred clicks north' said Triz. 'Fortunately, I have a speeder, and a few things to do in this place, so I can take you there. Though, I'd want to say that you may not fit there very well. The post is ran by slavers and rebels, and I doubt that an imperial stormtrooper, or whatever you are, Sergeant, will be receive a warm welcome.'

Xander Morhaime:
"Without my armour I'd stand out even more," CX replied, shaking his head. "Give me a touch of paint and I'll make this look like an outfit from way back in the Clone Wars. I can pose for a deserter or bounty hunter in a pinch," the clone said with a shrug, then looked at Vincent, his cold glare somehow getting past the expressionless faceplate of his helmet. "And you'll keep up the illusion or you'll be the first one I shoot if things turn sour."

Silhar:
"Good idea, sir ! Shoot me now, you'll sooner start accustoming to the place. If you are so willing to stay in here until your sorry ass rots completely, have it your way.", the Rebel laughed at the stormtrooper's invisible cold glare, at his semi-intimidating manner of speaking, at the picture at whole. "This...", he added, becoming calm after a while, "...is gonna lead you nowhere, soldier. No-where !"

"At a point of disguise. I suppose you did not think of why someone like me would be a company of a deserter or a travelling mercenary. Which is a mistake. How about disguising as a travelling merchant and his personal escort ? This would fit the background we're in a bit better and would make potential creating of our way outside slightly... easier. Do you get what I meant ?"

It seemed like Rebel felt a bit better than before. Whatever the medicine was, it appeared to work rapidly.

"And may I know who we have the pleasure visiting at the moment ?", he asked after a moment. "You got to know who are we and what are we doing here. I suppose we want to know the same about you... in return."

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