"Where would you rather die, Jedi? In the field of battle, fighting to defend lives or ideals? Or would you rather perish at the whim of a cruel owner, or from overexhaustion from being worked to your limits? I know I would prefer the first..."
At this moment, the door to the room hisses open. Frost steps in, still wearing all of his robes and gear.
"What are you doing?" he asks Trax.
"Putting the rebellious one back together, sir," Trax replies, not daring to look at the Pirate Leader. "Otherwise he would have been..."
"Shut it."
Trax falls silent as Frost turns to inspect you.
"So, we meet again," he says. The breath mask warbles his voice.