Considerably more difficult. Same applied with you, Rand!
Mostly luck, Gallador!
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Unfortunately that's never a question that can be answered directly, Azarl- only deduced. But on that basis- yes, you are pretty certain someone is messing with your predictive powers, and that person sure as hell isn't some gambler.
Nah, the Bureau wouldn't tell the starport why they are here- they fly around Republic space as they please, within some common sense limits.
You should probably focus your talents elsewhere, Relle. Rhiso wasn't as terrible as Breko (who is quite terrible). Rand is much more capable of hiding what he is doing. You should see what other dirt you can dig up talking to people or sneaking around, seeing if there are secret passages. Find people who are armed so you can get guns quickly or something.
Galder probably is feeling a little impatient waiting outside and thinking they could have waited inside a little longer and helped out. But it was Rand's call and Galder hasn't rallied enough to counter him, especially with Rianna and Dak missing in action.
Once his weapons are restored (including his arm blaster), Galder will make sure there that any security measures in the starport will not prevent them from taking off when needed.
Does the casino have its own power supply?
Powering that energy shield? Yes, you imagine so.
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Ok, so, it seems most the effort at this stage is Rand trying to encourage Rhiso, and this si something that is going reasonably well at the point where Rand is distracted by something- that something being the sight of a man in a grey uniform who has just reached the top of the stairs from below.
Rand is not at all pleased by this sight, realizing that his senses have been clouded upon sighting the man in his crisp gray and all-too-familiar uniform. He will take a moment to scrutinize the man, to see if it is someone Rand has met before or if it is a new face.
Rand will subtly notify Relle and Gallador, if he is able.
Well, in fact, one of his friends is not porcine at all- two agents have just entered the room, in superbly well kept uniforms
They are accompanied by a single Osokan team- eight greyish, short, bulky nightmares, each with a neuro-whip dangling by their side.
One of the Agwnts is speaking to staff members. The other is addressing the Osokans.
"You- stay down here, understand? No fighting!"