"So that is why you tell us no more. You don't know." Dak closes his eyes thoughtfully. "Regardless... slaughtering those pirates on our own would take an unfortunate amount of time, especially with dead weight like Rand and Gallador around. If this simple job is all that's needed to assure your aid..."
"And I don't care for your opinion at all, so I suppose we are even. You still smell of Dug."
WARNING: The above post may contain sarcasm and/or sophisticated satire. Any psychological damage sustained is purely your fault.
Galder is quite smitten with Adelmo's display of power, even if the destruction of his Sith artifact of a lightsaber has greatly angered him and his forced submission even more so.
"You do have one thing going for you," Galder says. "One of our... companions... saw you in a vision many years ago. So this isn't a chance encounter. Also, as much as I would like to tear those pirates apart for daring to try taking us on... I would prefer living to fight another day.
The cold energy pulses from within Rand, his artificial heart racing as adrenaline had flooded his body the moment he stepped into the room with the white-haired Lady Adelmo.
In a dream of death I have seen her... Rand considers.
When Galder glares at him, Rand glares back, his bulbous black eyes narrowing slightly as Galder very obviously presumes he can make a leadership decision. But Rand sees that, for once, he does agree with Galder.
"I too have seen you in a vision, Lady Adelmo," Rand says. "The swordsman... is correct. For once. This is an act of fate, the Force willing us together as it has done before, since the formation of the Jedi Order. And it is in our best interests to accept your offer to handle our pirate problems..."
Rand looks to Con. "I shall explain later... about the pirates."
"Excellent!" says Adelmo. "Well, as, I say, I have much to do, so I shall take my leave of you. I shall return to collect my request in... two weeks?" She looks over to yhe youngest member of her group as she says this.
This girl- a teenager- draws out from her robes a number of small white objects, like ivory or bone malformed cubes. She drops them onto the ground, where the skitter around with a distinctive noise. She looks down at them, and then looks back up at Adelmo and shakes her head.
"Three weeks, then."
"We've got maybe seconds before Darth Rosenberg grinds everybody into Jawa burgers and not one of you buds has the midi-chlorians to stop her!"
"You've never had any TINY bit of sex, have you?"
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