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[loisfuckinglane]

[Caf cups litter the table around her, and she looks a little tired, but the fire in her eyes is burning as bright as ever.  She leans over the datapad with a large smile]

[Friends, Allies, Caterpillar Alliance]*

After all this time, my story's finally finished! (Though she could probably use some proofing, Chlo)  Which means I can finally get out

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[choseherownway]

...Just to clarify, you want to fly to a Sith-occupied planet - remembering, of course, what happened to the last Sith-occupied planet - in order to talk to a man you could just as easily contact via datapad?

[A sigh and some grumbling as she reaches for one of the many other datapads stacked neatly on her desk and starts to look through something] Give me a few days, and I can arrange it.

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[loisfuckinglane]

That's a pretty good summary, yeah.

[She gives her a large smile] Have I mentioned lately how much I love you?

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[choseherownway]

[A smile breaks reluctantly across her face] I could stand to hear it more often.

All right, it looks like the Tarisian upper classes like their pretty shinies as much as the Coruscanti upper class does. There's a merchant I can get in contact with to offer an exclusive trading deal, on the condition that the negotiations happen in person. [a pause] You don't mind taking care of a business deal for me while you're there, do you?

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[loisfuckinglane]

Seems like a small price to pay. Just make sure I'm briefed on what the heck I'm supposed to be doing.

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[popaheatsink]

I'll help get you there. [Let's say this is after they have talked and she has convinced him of the worth of what she's doing :|b]

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[loisfuckinglane]

This is the obligatory 'you know what you're signing up for, don't you?' speech. You can fill it in with your imagination.

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[popaheatsink]

Firefights? Explosions? Injury and certain death? Giant robots from hell?

...Hospitals?

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[loisfuckinglane]

Never mind, it looks like you've got the full spectrum covered.

I'm working on a pilot, Lily's got us a cover, I just need some backup muscle, so if you're willing to step up to bodyguard status, you're in.

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[initformoney]

How much can you afford to pay?

[In other words, he's pretty much up to it. It sounds more challenging than the stuff he's been flying so far, and he's missed the action.

And yeah, there's some less-than-legal experience.]

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[loisfuckinglane]

3000. And before you try to hike that price up to your standard ten, Mr. Solo, keep in mind what four thousand years of inflation will do to the galactic credit.

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[initformoney]

Inflation's fine, but you're still asking me to fly into the middle of Sith-occupied space. You can't seriously expect I'll fly you for less than 5000 credits.

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[loisfuckinglane]

Most pilots around here would do it for free, considering what it's for, Mr. Solo. The credits are a bonus for your renowned skill.

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[freevoicing]

[considering the amount of offers piling up on her doorstep, he's decided the divine intervention of Eyes Only isn't necessary.]

I can't wait to see it.

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[loisfuckinglane]

Maybe you'll see it sooner than you think, if your station buys it too.