They're what-- [ There's a sharp noise on the other end of the transmission that sounds suspiciously like a stylus snapping in half, and then several moments of silence before Arche lets out a long, low, seething sigh. ]
Of all the things th--... ......never mind, I shouldn't get started. I'll be by.
[ With that, a little abruptly, the transmission cuts. At the very least, whether he's trying to manipulate Slick somehow or not, it sounds like the weird stranger probably isn't too excited about the idea of the Republic practicing slavery.
And a few minutes later, just as promised, there's an unfamiliar face wandering up to Slick's chosen spot holding several sheets of slightly battered paper. He's not dressed in anything particularly recognizable -- dark robes with armored accents, clearly of a style and make unseen elsewhere on this planet and a far cry from the typical Jedi garb, but -- the plain, battered lightsaber that hangs from his hip is probably an all-too-familiar sight. ]
Slick, I presume?... [ not that there's really any need to ask, since it's not like anybody else in Sa-Hareth walks around in what he can clearly place as some variant of Republic trooper armor. ] I have here our roster, or as complete a one as we've managed so far. Includes some notes about individual skills and who I imagine would be most willing and effective joining in on a guard rotation.
[ he ventures over to hold out the little packet of papers, glancing Slick up and down a little curiously. So...an ex-slave clone from the Republic army, once part of an entire group of such? Arche's vaguely heard tell of a few super-soldier projects on both sides of the conflict, but at least to outward appearances, this man looks normal enough. ]
...Hopefully it's even intelligible, though. I haven't found these local devices quite as helpful with writing. [ sigh ]
[ the documents are, at the very least, in readable Aurebesh, though once again some of the letters are written a little strangely. ]
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Of all the things th--... ......never mind, I shouldn't get started. I'll be by.
[ With that, a little abruptly, the transmission cuts. At the very least, whether he's trying to manipulate Slick somehow or not, it sounds like the weird stranger probably isn't too excited about the idea of the Republic practicing slavery.
And a few minutes later, just as promised, there's an unfamiliar face wandering up to Slick's chosen spot holding several sheets of slightly battered paper. He's not dressed in anything particularly recognizable -- dark robes with armored accents, clearly of a style and make unseen elsewhere on this planet and a far cry from the typical Jedi garb, but -- the plain, battered lightsaber that hangs from his hip is probably an all-too-familiar sight. ]
Slick, I presume?... [ not that there's really any need to ask, since it's not like anybody else in Sa-Hareth walks around in what he can clearly place as some variant of Republic trooper armor. ] I have here our roster, or as complete a one as we've managed so far. Includes some notes about individual skills and who I imagine would be most willing and effective joining in on a guard rotation.
[ he ventures over to hold out the little packet of papers, glancing Slick up and down a little curiously. So...an ex-slave clone from the Republic army, once part of an entire group of such? Arche's vaguely heard tell of a few super-soldier projects on both sides of the conflict, but at least to outward appearances, this man looks normal enough. ]
...Hopefully it's even intelligible, though. I haven't found these local devices quite as helpful with writing. [ sigh ]
[ the documents are, at the very least, in readable Aurebesh, though once again some of the letters are written a little strangely. ]