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: Between assassin droids, a Sith Lord who looks like he sleeps with vibroblades, and being target practice for a Republic ship, I was better off in my cell!
: [while the Exile is on his way to meet the Exchange boss of Nar Shaddaa's Refugee Sector, the party is intercepted at the landing plattform
] I am Anzanti Zhug, leader of Zhugs, very powerful, very skilled hunters. It would be very smart of you to tell me where the criminal Jedi has gone. And do speak very quick, my patience is very low. Atton Rand
: Anybody here catch that? All I understood was 'very'. Bao-Dur
: I think he wanted us to give up the General to his poorly-trained collection of bounty hunters. Atton Rand
: Ah. Well, that would explain it. Which one do you want? Bao-Dur
: I'll take the stupid one who decided to threaten us rather than shoot us when he had the chance.
: I have a bad feeling about this.
: Tell me I'm not going to jail again.
: [after arriving on Nar Shadda
] Ahh, the beautiful stench of decay and desparate living. Word of warning - watch your step, or you'll fall for hours.
: *Another* Jedi? What, did you start breeding when I wasn't looking?
: [to the Exile, after the Exile has a confidential conversation with Kreia
] How's Kreia? She still aging?
: [after getting out of the Peragus hangar
] If they hit us, we're dead, but if they keep *missing* us, we're dead. That's great odds. T3-M4
: Dwee-Dweeerrrr-bee-DEEEEET! Atton Rand
: Somebody shut that trash compactor up!
: Well, now that we just killed a planet, maybe one of you can tell me what's going on! Because between assassin droids, a Sith Lord that looks like he sleeps with vibroblades, and being target practice for a Republic warship, I was better off in my cell!
: Why don't we take control of this ship?
[referring to the Harbinger
] Atton Rand
: What, with the huge crew we brought along with us? That's a brilliant idea! Exile
: If you want to die, keep talking, smart mouth.
: Just so you Jedi know, the whole "cryptic routine" isn't mysterious, it's just irritating. If you really *can* see the future, you shoul be at the pazaak table. Exile
: But to know the future, one must know yourself. Atton Rand
: What was that, some kind of joke? Atton Rand
: That's what I'm talking about. "Jedi talk". You two should start your own little Jedi Academy. Exile
: But to teach, one must be willing to learn. Atton Rand
: All right, all right! Cut it out, I get it, I get it! The last Jedi in the galaxy, I get the comedian who runs around in his underwear. Atton Rand
: Not that I'm complaining. Most Jedi wouldn't know a joke if it crawled up their lightsabers. Our passenger, for example.
: Got a minute? Bao-Dur
: I'm a little busy here. What is it? Atton Rand
: It won't take more than a minute. Bao-Dur
: All right, I'll work while you talk. Atton Rand
: Look, your friend, the Jedi - you know her from way back, don't you? How much do you know about her, really? Bao-Dur
: Her? You mean the General? Yeah, during the war, if that's what you mean by way back. Can't say I know too much about her, though. Atton Rand
: Better than anyone else on this ship. Just give me your opinion, okay? And don't laugh. Bao-Dur
: I'm trying to work here, Atton. Atton Rand
: I was just wondering if you thought, maybe, she and I might... Bao-Dur
: You're being serious. Atton Rand
: You said you wouldn't laugh. Bao-Dur
: You are being serious. Atton, she was a general, I was just a tech. Your guess is about as good as mine. Atton Rand
: Well, what's your guess then? Bao-Dur
: I'm getting back to work. Atton Rand
: Hey! I'm being serious here. T3-M4
: Beep bereeeep deep. Atton Rand
: You're laughing at me? I'll put you on the scrap heap, you walking tin can!
: Explain something to me. Kreia
: I do not have the years required nor the desire to indulge you.