Re: Part 8 - Frozen assets
The droid shakes his head, "Oh dear, I do hope those lessons do not include combat, and proper usage of space suits! Highly unsuitable, Sir! Or handling of vehicles! Oh dear!"
As they step off the elevator, Shard feels a drop in temperature and realises that this level is entirely open on one side, revealing a vast warehouse fading off into the distance. Only a faint flicker in the air reveals that the opening is closed by a forcefield. Her guide seems about as cold as the air as he replies, "What happened is that, just like us, any place with anything important in the way of resources got classified as being a possible target for those rebel scum."
"Sure, they say they're fighting oppression and tyranny, but their making life harder for the common man, as the Empire tries to clamp down on their terrorism."
Gesticulating wildly the droid continues to pace, leaving Rhijans to keep up, "Those dim, feebleminded troopers! Mark my words, Sir, your furry friend would be arrested on the spot if seen alone! Sent to the Nergon mines, he would be, never to see daylight again! Positively horrific, positively! Dirty barracks too, very much so! And even as a group, Sir, they would doubtless stop you all to interrogate you with their obtuse questions, mark my words, asking for proper paperwork and all! Most obtuse, those troopers, Sir!" The droid suddenly halts and turns to face Rhijans, whispering loudly with great concern, "Oh dear me! He does not shed, does he? That would make an awful mess, it would! Or is that seasonal?" He leans over to not very subtly sneak a peek at Juragga.
At the table the hand finishes, and true to their word, the workers deal Haarmon in.