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

Ok...

OK, I wanna see if I can attach it to my comlink...

"Yeah, that'd be great." he sits. "I really enjoyed that hockey game, by the way. Thanks for a great match."

"Hey, no problem. You are clearly a very talented guy!"

-

Hmm, ok, Roan. You bring the device near your comlink, and press the button. The tendrils emerge, and one of them feels the comlink. Immediately, the others shoot towards it, and the tendrils, in some fasion, smooth themselves over its surface, forming a flat disk that curves around the link. There is a hum of activity from the device, and a small screen extrudes itself from the top.

Immediately, the screen starts to list every component inside the communicator- though in a language you do not understand- and hundreds of symbols start whizzing up, and it takes you a few moments to work out that it is decoding all the security measures on your communicator.

"Well, as a Family Protector, I have to stay in top shape, and as a child, I always loved sports. The two go well together, as you could tell. You weren't so bad yourself, and I was really surprised that that Father Varm was almost as good as you."

"Oh, well, it's a mostly physical game, and he's a fit man."

"Oh, I agree completely, it's just that I've never encountered a Priest that fit. Still impressive nonetheless."

"I don't see why a Priest can't be as fit as any other person, myself."

"Well, stereotyping aside, it is a bit strange for a Priest of Synod. He played pretty hard for a pacifist. But, as you said, no reason a Priest can't be fit. So, change of subject. You know my profession, what's yours?"

He is a Priest of Ferradyne; 'Synod' is a general term for religious organisations; his is the Synod of Ferradyne.

You also know Deel's; you talked to him earlier. He's a businessman.

'I' knew that, I didn't think Andro was close enough to hear. And I totally missed the terminology on that one. I'll change my last to:
"So, what kind of business do you do?"

"Nothing specific," he says, giving one of his wry smiles. "Business is my business, you might say."

"Fair enough. I suppose we all have our secrets." Andro un-sarcastically mimics his wry smile, but adds a tough of sadness.

You know, when you think about it, you have vaguely heard the name of Twain before. Just... you were never really the sort who paid attention to galactic business.

And...?

And- nothing in particular, just if you have heard his name, he must be of some repute (because it's a pretty darn big Galaxy).

"Well, Dr. Mirani will start moaning if I don't turn in soon," he says. "Best be heading off!"

Is it still going?
I'll try to get it to go to basic..

Yes it is. Meanwhile, you are not really familiar enough with its function to do that.

Hmm, anything I can do to try and mess around with it?

"Yes, you'd probably better. Good evening Mr. Twain."

Andro will hang out here and finish his drink. Maybe fins someone else to talk to.
(I was really hoping Twain would bite on that 'we all have our secrets' comment. Rats.)