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Post by Shara on Mar 27, 2005 6:02:31 GMT
"He can take you to the place yet, but beyond that he can't help you."
::Shara nods, thinking:: "Is he willing to go now?"
"Indeed. If I may say so, I think he is still downright terrified of you. You could ask him to do whatever you wished."
"Tempting, but lets just get going. I'd like to find that wookie sometime within the next week. Preferably today."
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Post by Shara on Mar 27, 2005 6:45:43 GMT
::The gammorian says something to his companions then heads for the door, motioning for her to follow. Shara and droid both follow him out and around, down the road and past the Czerka office::
"He says its not far."
"Good."
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Post by Shara on Mar 27, 2005 6:53:22 GMT
::They approach the swoop racing office and the gammorian gestures at the door, grunting something::
"Apparently we should find the hutt in there. If we're lucky we can convence him to let us have Rabyyk back. If not his thugs will kill us."
"Sounds promising. Tell him thanks and goodbye."
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Post by Shara on Mar 27, 2005 6:57:42 GMT
::The droid relays the message and the gammorian walks away greatfuly::
"Oh my. Please tell me you were using sarcasm again?"
"Yes, T, that was sarcasm. Now come on, we've got a wookie to save."
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Post by Shara on Mar 27, 2005 7:03:29 GMT
::Shara stides into the swoop office, once again strapping on that look of utter and complete confidence as she stides up to the large and very ugly hutt at the center of the room::
"Ok, I'm going to talk and you are going to listen. Quite frankly, I am getting SICK of running all over the place. You have my wookie, or your friends have my wookie, and I want him back! Now you either give me the wookie, or I will make you and trust me that won't be pretty."
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Post by Shara on Mar 27, 2005 7:08:22 GMT
::The hutt looks at her through large unblinking eyes and says in huttese:: "Your wookie? I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about."
"Yes, MY WOOKIE! He's here somewhere, I know it. Hand him over you slimey kidnapper!"
"Such a creature is very valuable.... I would not hand him over for nothing."
"But he wasn't yours in the first place!"
"But he is now."
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Post by Shara on Mar 27, 2005 7:23:21 GMT
::Shara scowls:: "Well, how much would you want for him?"
"More than you could afford."
"Try me."
"He's not for sale."
"Can't we make some sort of deal?"
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Post by Shara on Mar 27, 2005 7:35:29 GMT
::Avery malicious look crosses the hutt's face::
"Mayhaps we can make some form of a deal...."
"Continue I'm listening."
"You have the look of a racer about you.... here's my idea. You race. You win, I will give you the wookie. You loose...."
"And?"
"You get to join my lovely group of slave dancers."
"You've got to be kidding me."
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Post by Shara on Mar 27, 2005 7:37:31 GMT
"It's a fair deal, I think. You'll no doubt win, and I'll get money off of it. No worse for wear you'll get your wookie and can go home. And if you loose, well, I'll make money off that too. You may not be happy, but I will be."
"No way. Forget it."
"Just how much do you value this wookie?"
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Post by Shara on Mar 27, 2005 7:42:05 GMT
"Enough."
::The hutt laughs:: "You've got spunk, I like that. Come on, what's a little race to one like you?"
::Shara tilts her head slightly, considering:: "Yeah, mayby I could win. But you've forgotten something- I don't have a swoop bike."
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Post by Shara on Mar 27, 2005 7:50:48 GMT
"That is a bit of a problem.... hmmm...."
::Shara sighs:: "A problem without a solution. Why don't you just give me the damn wookie?!"
"Because it wouldn't be any fun that way."
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