The way on, Galder, is the secret doorway between the two stairways.
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And ooooooooooh, tension! Takuan's got the talent and Gallador has the gab. Only one can live, and this must be settled in... a poetry contest! In the finest traditions of Eastern Europe!
Ok, maybe not, though I like the way that most of the Western Europe/US guys are hardcore physical types whilst the Eastern Europeans want a subtle approach... maybe I shojld give you two your own spin-off series where you share a flat together on Nar Shadda...
"YYYYYYYYagooooooooo! What is this, you do not even give greetings to your own father?"
"Err, hi Pops..." says Yago. "Sorry... so much stuff to do, y'know?"
"Come here, my son. We have not talked in too long." Ygao trudges over, rather slowly and reluctantly. He asnd Bora exchange glances on the way over, Bora urging, Yago rejecting.
Vigo puts his arm around his youngest.
"Ahh, my son, yes... let everyone see the strength of the bond of the Lantarnans! It is time for you to go up in the Galaxy."
"Err... really, Pops?"
"That's right!" says Vigo, walking Yago around the room. He pauses as he comes by Rianna.
"... my my... such a... beautiful lady, has arrived here... hmmm..."
Silence.
"But yes! My son, my dear youngest son, how hard I have strived to keep our businesses afloat, to keep the money in that keeps my true family and my extended family alive, to feed us all and our children and to allow us to live our own lives... and how has the Galaxy fought to stop me in this just cause? The Republican companies, and the Federation taxes, they are vamPYR!" he creies, raising his hand aloft in the air, fingers spaced like a claw. "They would suck the flesh and blood and marrow from us all until only dry bones were left... ahhm it is a hard Galaxy... how am I to provide for my sons?"
"We're very grateful, Pops," says Yago.
"But yes," says Vigo, wagging his finger, "too long have I ignored you, Yago! And now I have something for you, for your father has been busy with ideas, yes, new ideas! I see... a spice running merchandise along the Correllian trade spine, udner the noses of the pilots who run for the Hutts, yes... I thin... we can use that route to s uggle in a few goods of our own, yes?"
"Sounds a good idea, Pops..."
"Ah, but yes, also... I think we KEEP the spice trade there as well, hmm? We make money from the cover, and what is under the cover, and people get their goods, and EVERYONE is happy, just as it should be! Just as I provide... and I see YOU in charge of that operation, Yago!"
"Thanks Pops!" says Yago.
"Yago's got something to tell you, Dad," says Bora. Behind Vigo, Yago is making frantic no no, not now signs.
"Oh really? What is it, Yago?"
"Nothing, Pops, really?"
"Better tell him now than wait any longer, Yago," says Bora.
"But there's nothing to tell!"
"REALLY?" says Vigo. "Then why are you sweating like an Arkalian pig? Come on... tell your father..."
Yago stays silent.
"Yago was running that..."
"NO! Ok," says Yago. "I'll tell him. It's just a little thing! Pops... about the blockade runners taking the narcotics through to Spartus IV... there was... a problem."
"Problem, hmm?"
"Yeah... err... heh! Funny thing, actually... I kinda gave the wrong ident codes to some of the ships... so they got stopped by the blockade... and... heh... kinda boarded... and... well... seized."
Vigo claps his hand to his face, and slowly draws it down, inch by inch.
"How mah-ny?"
"Um... all of them?"
"All of them?" says Vigo, chuckling slightly. "And he calls this a 'little thing'..."
"Dad," says Bora, "Yago didn't mean..."
But Bora is interrupted by an almighty backhand slap from Vigo that sends him staggering.
"HE CAN SPEAK FOR HIMSELF!"
"I'm sorry, Pops! it was just a mistake!"
"A mistake?! Is that ALL you have to say for yourself? You have destroyed an entire operation and you come to your own father, who has loved and cared for you, and told him it was just a mistake? Why don't you put a knife through my heart whilst you are there, to kill me more quickly!"
"It was just one flotilla! We have more!"
"Oh, we have more, THAT'S ok then! THIS is what you do whith my legacy, you burn and and crush it and defile it piece by piece, saying there is 'plenty more' over and over and over until it is all gone and all that I have strived for is in RUINS... why... I should KILL YOU FOR THIS!"
Vigo's metal staff lashes out and catches Yago under the chin, knocking him back to the ground, painfully. Vigo then raises his staff above his head.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" he screams, and it about to bring it down when Bora grabs his arm from behind.
"Dad! He didn't mean what he done! And he's your son!"
For a few moments, the only noise is Vigo's heavy breathing. Then he turns to Bora.
"Yes... yes... my son... you, Bora, my first and greatest son... maybe I talk to YOU about the spice running route, hmm? And HE..." says Vigo, gesturing towards Yago with his staff but not looking at him, "he is no longer my son... now... I tire of this place... come with me, Bora..." finishes Vigo. The two of them and their entourages walk out, slowly.