>>6137006>>What does he think about the Teladi?“Their drive to achieve profit is what got them off of the ground and into space. Admirable in its own right, even if I don’t find the endless pursuit of profit to be all there is in life. But that’s a fault I’m willing to overlook – they took my people in, and they even hate slavery."
>>Do you think that the current fleet being built here is well enough for the enemies of the Mylar Star Alliance? Both against the Tof or future enemies?“I designed the <span class="mu-i">Frihet</span> to work within the confines of which your admiral gave me.” He gestures to the holographic model of said battlecruiser. “It should be more than enough to deal with the Tof, though I recommend ordering more ships, not just battlecruisers.”
Elba makes a series of sharp, yowling barks in response to that.
“They’re more than up to par, I can assure you that,” Pip says, meeting the wookiee head-on. “Brand new armor plate, modern communication and a fully-rerouted electronic system. But it’s still a waste of time and manpower that could be put to use elsewhere.”
>>A sudden interrupt…Just before you’re able to ask another question, Pip’s communicator beeps. He ignores it at first, eager to get back to talking, but its persistent ringing makes it almost impossible to carry on. Whoever’s on the caller I.D. of his personal comm unit makes his eyes narrow sharply.
“I’m terribly sorry,” he apologizes, standing. “I gave them strict orders to not bother me unless there’s an emergency. I have to take this call..”
You nod sympathetically. “Is there anything we can do to help?”
“It should be nothing that requires a lightsaber. But I may be indisposed for a handful of moments. Please, enjoy the food until I return. You can order more by hitting the button to summon the help.”
Only after five minutes pass since the last echo of his footsteps completely dies does the party start talking.
“…he seems genuine enough,” muses Suzel. The scout takes the opportunity to refill his teacup, and snag another round of pastries for himself and Elba. “Damned shame he isn’t working for the alliance. We could really use someone like him.”
“Aye, and he’s certainly more hospitable than I expected,” you murmur. “Fairly open, but there were things that he wasn’t telling us. Not quite lying – just minimizing details.”
“What do you think he’s holding back?”
“Hard to say. But he’s got a stubborn pride that pops up whenever he talks about the Chain. Not just Arcblade.”
Trykov hums in agreement, settling his mug with a solid thud. “People like him don’t forget where they came from.”
Elba growls, and raises a toast. That’s a sentiment you can keenly feel yourself. Beyond his artisanal clothing and eccentric behavior, Pip Arcblade is a survivor. One could only hope that all of the Jedi would reach that same sort of calmness in the coming years ahead.
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