Post by Rugs on Jul 22, 2019 13:26:00 GMT -5
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“You know, I heard the Republic is actually plannin’ to round up all the sick folk and take ‘em to black site science labs and do all sorts ‘a testin’ on em.”
Istvan hunched over his drink in the dim dive bar’s far corner. Two tables over, a pair of meatheaded spacers spewed dueling conspiracy theories about the Archeri Crisis. They’d started reasonably enough, but as the blokes drank more, they got more and more outlandish.
“No way,” one, a thick Echani with thinning hair. “Why would the R’public need to do that when they already know what it is?” The Echani paused and looked around conspiratorially, as if secret police would bust the door down and take him away for spreading some dark secret. “See, what’s really goin’ on is, they already know all about the disease and the cure — all’a that shit. But they’s holdin’ it in reserve on account’a only wantin’ to give it out to certain people.
The Echani sat up straight, and Istvan spotted a self-satisfied smirk spreading across his face. “See, they’s gettin ready to use all these new Force-users against the Sith.”
Rolling his eyes, Istvan got up from his seat and shuffled to the counter, where he promptly paid his tab and hurried out, leaving the two blathering idiots alone in the otherwise empty dive bar.
Can’t get away from that talk, he thought silently. It was all anyone could talk about--the Empire and Republic working together and a battle bigger than many in the war a few years ago. Istvan, was tired of it, quite frankly.
But it at least made for good business, for pirates, with the Republic’s attention elsewhere and refugees flooding away from Hutt Space. The sun was not quite all the way down from the sky yet, and with the La Decadencia in port for a day or two, Istvan had plenty of time to entertain himself in the small port town on Ruusan.
So he set off into the thrumming crowd, to see what awaited within.
“You know, I heard the Republic is actually plannin’ to round up all the sick folk and take ‘em to black site science labs and do all sorts ‘a testin’ on em.”
Istvan hunched over his drink in the dim dive bar’s far corner. Two tables over, a pair of meatheaded spacers spewed dueling conspiracy theories about the Archeri Crisis. They’d started reasonably enough, but as the blokes drank more, they got more and more outlandish.
“No way,” one, a thick Echani with thinning hair. “Why would the R’public need to do that when they already know what it is?” The Echani paused and looked around conspiratorially, as if secret police would bust the door down and take him away for spreading some dark secret. “See, what’s really goin’ on is, they already know all about the disease and the cure — all’a that shit. But they’s holdin’ it in reserve on account’a only wantin’ to give it out to certain people.
The Echani sat up straight, and Istvan spotted a self-satisfied smirk spreading across his face. “See, they’s gettin ready to use all these new Force-users against the Sith.”
Rolling his eyes, Istvan got up from his seat and shuffled to the counter, where he promptly paid his tab and hurried out, leaving the two blathering idiots alone in the otherwise empty dive bar.
Can’t get away from that talk, he thought silently. It was all anyone could talk about--the Empire and Republic working together and a battle bigger than many in the war a few years ago. Istvan, was tired of it, quite frankly.
But it at least made for good business, for pirates, with the Republic’s attention elsewhere and refugees flooding away from Hutt Space. The sun was not quite all the way down from the sky yet, and with the La Decadencia in port for a day or two, Istvan had plenty of time to entertain himself in the small port town on Ruusan.
So he set off into the thrumming crowd, to see what awaited within.