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by Blackferne » Tue Apr 26, 2011 6:34 pm
"Well that isn't a glowing recommendation by any stretch of the imagination." Tsont'Ar sighs.
"Mr. Migs I thought this was clear but apparently not, so I'm going to lay it out one final time. You are here at my invitation, and it was that invitation which probably saved you an early death at the hands of the Mos Eisley 'judicial system'. In exchange for my help in that legal trouble I wanted you to help me in pursuit of my own objectives. I said that I was recruiting you into my organization. I said that I expected you to conform to codes of conduct and not allow emotions to get the better of you. When I introduced you to Mr. Plush here I said that you were partners but that you should be deferential in your partnership. Phrasing it that way is my fault, I assumed it was clear, but apparently nuance isn't a strong suit of yours."
"In simple concrete terms Mr. Plush is your commanding officer. We are off the grid so to speak, we operate in suits and plainclothes instead of military uniforms. We don't have ranks with fancy names. But if that is what you need then I would be Colonel Nolan Tsont'Ar. I earned those stripes while in the military and I can walk into any base in the galaxy and get a salute for that fact. Mr. Plush here, or should I say Lieutenant Plush served in the Republic Army himself before finding his way into my organization. To the best of my knowledge you have never served in the military so you would be Private Migs."
"In this hierarchy if Mr. Plush tells you to jump you ask how high. You don't have to like Mr. Plush, you don't have to agree with his approach to a problem, but unless I or one of Mr. Plush's other commanding officers is in the room, he is the law of the land. I hope that is clear what I'm expecting."
"Now that makes the next part here especially important. You are here to fulfill a contract for 10 jobs while under my employ. After 10 jobs you are free to resign your post and go do whatever it is you desire. Start ranching on Dantooine, hunt gurks on Lok, I don't much care. But if you cannot fulfill these 10 jobs, and be nicely paid for them, then our arrangement is null and void. And if it is null and void I can opt to send you back to Mos Eisley with a big ribbon around around your head for DCI Hunt. He'd like that I'd imagine. But in all likely hood sending you back would be a waste of time and fuel when an airlock is a quicker result to the same end."
He pauses for a moment then looks back at you with a grave look.
"I know you are thinking right now that you might be able to make a run for it. Live on the lamb, maybe go off to the far corners of the galaxy and live under a rock someplace. But as good as a tracker as you are I employ half a dozen who are better. If you run before your 10 jobs are up, I will find you, and your death will not be a quick one."
He smiles real big.
"Now how about before we go see your friends for lunch you tell us about this Sith assassin droid they are arming."
Jounville Blackferne
Archbishop of the Church of Alvis
Dungeon Master of the Tabletop Forum