USH'S STAR WARS GAME- CAMPAIGN II EPISODE III (JEDI)- Revelations

"Scroop, Scroop..." he says. "I am, sure I've heard that name before." He looks oddly at you. "I must be mistaken; I thought he was an older man."

UH-OH. This man has some serious Galactic knowledge, Gallagher.

"Ah! You must mean my father," Gallagher says. "I...um...don't especially like being Scroop the Younger. He's a frequent drunk..."

He looks oddly at you again.

"What business interests do you represent for the family?" he asks.

"Business interests? Well, I enjoy translating; I've done some work for the Senate, before, but not at all recent. Mostly just for tourists on Thespion. I also take pleasure in history on Republic warfare and Jedi matters, though that is mostly a side thing I do in my spare time..."

"And you, sir?"

Would Gallagher know anything of the Twain family?

Savoir-Faire roll... failed. Sorry!

"I have a few interests of my own," he says. "But sorry, I am confused; if you don't have any major interests of your own, and you say your father is some unfortunate drunk, who apparently named his son after himself... sorry, I am just at a loss as to why you have two Protectors with you?"

"My aunt has taken a special care for me, since she thinks it unfortunate that I'm the son of a drunk..." Gallagher says. "I was present when those wackos took over her home. You recall that, don't you?"

"Sorry," says Twain, "I am not sure what you mean there, no."

"What? I was sure it had been on the news." Gallagher paced a bit, trying to recall his fight with the Dark Jedi in his very own home. He closed his eyes, pained by the memories. Memories of his sister dying...no, not his sister, his cousin.

"They murdered my cousin, Kellan, and they injured me quite badly. Quite a bad incident really. Thankfully, the Jedi showed up."

"Lucky indeed," says Twain. "Jedi, eh? I may look that one up..."

Oh buggering hell, you are in trouble if he does that, Gallagher. Foolish to mention an incident you were involved in...

"Oh, there are far more interesting things than that," Gallagher says. "I had an ancestor involved with entertaining the troops back during the Mandalorian Wars. There were some very interesting tales about him."

"Anyway, why so interested in my family, Mr. Twain?"

"Because your family is very rich, and heavily involved in business. And business is my business- far more so than history, in fact."

"Oh? In what way, Mr. Twain?"

"I am what you might call an entreupeneur, Mr. Klinge-Faust," says Twain.

"Well, I am sure the security arrangements of the family don't have an effect on your business interests, Mr. Twain," says Zaland.

"Not at all! I just wanted to gauge the calibre of the man to whom I was talking. First rule of business- suspect everyone. It's like politics, only with a better motivation; money works so much better than political power."

"Too true..." Gallagher says, though his thoughts say Unfortunately.... "But tell me, Mr. Twain, of your own family, since we've delved so far into my own..."

"Oh, my family is quite unremarkable. I am a self-made man."

"Interesting. How did you get to where you are?"

"Sheer shrewdness," he says.

"Mr. Twain here is quite the success story," says Mirani.

"I have time..." Gallagher says, appearing interested.

"Oh, nothing really that interesting," says Twain. "Just the simple shifting of stocks at the right time., You need the right money mind for it, is all."

"Still," says Mirani, "there can't be many trillionaires who started from nothing."

"Doctor Mirani?" comes another voice, a man calling over from the entrance., He is a tall man dressed entirely in stifling-looking black.

"Yes, Father?"

"A word please."

"Excuse me," says Mirani, heading over there.

Can Gallagher Scan Twain's mind?

"So, you must be quite adept at playing the stocks."