Kyle just stares at Drakkon and his face twitches. "I see..." is all he can get out. He stares at the floor, brooding.
(Well, not that my ideas have been brilliant in this game, but I think that it's time to actually start messing with the Imperials. We could try finding and restealing those weapons. Or something...)
"I have heard many stories of the activities of your 'rebellion'," says Drakkon. "Unprofessional, unplanned, ill-directed unco-ordinated, even inept, all the stories seem to agree. Yet somehow many such stories are twinned with the Imperials becoming confounded. I look forward to seeing your reputation for triumph in adversity for myself. Yes indeed, it would be well if you could talk to the hostile Lodge Masters. Just one, to be precise; the other one who took some would sooner kill you than talk. This one, Vormax, is completely hostile to me and I could not talk with him, but he is not so stupid as to close his ears to all things. Not that it will be easy. As for the others, I can deal with them.
"Oh, I am led to understand that the Imperial raid found some communications tapping equipment. They are not happy about that."
Okay, Ush, you have a real knack for causing dilemmas, you know that? Combat is good, but... why did it have to be OSOKANS?!
*bad neurowhip memories... shudder*
"Well, we can deal with this Vormax. What can you tell us about him? His desires, dislikes, favorite drink? Anything that might give us an extra bargaining chip."
While he was brooding, Kyle was turning events over in his mind. He couldn't believe that they got the weapons and the comm gear, too. He should never have let the assassin out of his sight. The freighter should have been someone else's problem. Maybe then they wouldn't be in this mess. Suddenly it hit him. Rylis. He had managed to forget all about her. She must have been the one to find the weapons and stuff, while he was having a drink with the assassin and sending freighters to their doom. Well, he knew what to do about THAT.
Kyle suddenly looked up and walked to Galahad. "I can't remember if I've told you this or not, but an old thorn in my side, a bounty hunter named Rylis Tavel, is on planet. She's travelling with an assassin, Arvus Something. We tried screwing with their minds last night, but got..." he sighs, "...sidetracked. I'm willing to bet my ship that they were the ones who found our stuff. If you don't need me, I'm going to go and find her. More likely, she'll find me." he turns and begins walking towards the door. He stops and turn. "Eerin, Rhys, you're welcome to come along if you'd like to take another stab at causing trouble for the Imps. I plan on doing it right this time."
"Well, I'd say we're pretty exposed already, so what difference would it make. We're going to need our stuff back, and Drakkon's, if we're going to fight the Imps. And I'm betting we have very little time before they come after us. After last night's events, they shouldn't need many more reasons to come after us. But, if you have any better ideas, I'm all for it. Smartest thing I've done lately was have a drink with that assassin, so I'm open for suggestions."