Korvo looks conflicted. "Look, I'm sure you're a swell guy after all. But consider what I was saying. It doesn't matter which criminal murder syndicate is in charge of this part of space - it matters that you seem to have the twisted notion that the child is safe in a building with a huge bullseye on it. Eventually, Alema and whoever is bankrolling her will realize they can just fire a seismic charge from space and knock out a quarter mile radius centered on your little daycare here. So yeah, from my perspective you're kind of only marginally better for that girl than having died earlier. And by the way, maybe we weren't the Aces who were going to beat you, but you're obviously too prideful to understand the score. A Sarlacc, really? You're so full of yourself that WHEN a real threat comes to find you and that little girl, you will absolutely fail in protecting her." Korvo's voice becomes strained as he tries to check his tone while talking to the clearly dangerous man across from him. "It's simple, super dad, just move to the core where no one is trying to murder your happy little family. You clearly have the financial resources to go pretty much anywhere if your giving random mercs holocrons and ships." He sighs heavily. Then, more calmly. "But yeah, we'll take whatever you want to pay us off with. Why not. We're just dirtworld mercs looking for fast creds."
Fayva winces a bit at korvo, but then chooses to emphasize the last bit. “Sounds like Korvo and I agree to the deal. I agree with him that this is no place for a child. But Let’s check with the others- they’re listening, as you probably guessed.” She smiles.
Korvo looks conflicted. "Look, I'm sure you're a swell guy after all. But consider what I was saying. It doesn't matter which criminal murder syndicate is in charge of this part of space - it matters that you seem to have the twisted notion that the child is safe in a building with a huge bullseye on it. Eventually, Alema and whoever is bankrolling her will realize they can just fire a seismic charge from space and knock out a quarter mile radius centered on your little daycare here. So yeah, from my perspective you're kind of only marginally better for that girl than having died earlier. And by the way, maybe we weren't the Aces who were going to beat you, but you're obviously too prideful to understand the score. A Sarlacc, really? You're so full of yourself that WHEN a real threat comes to find you and that little girl, you will absolutely fail in protecting her." Korvo's voice becomes strained as he tries to check his tone while talking to the clearly dangerous man across from him. "It's simple, super dad, just move to the core where no one is trying to murder your happy little family. You clearly have the financial resources to go pretty much anywhere if your giving random mercs holocrons and ships." He sighs heavily. Then, more calmly. "But yeah, we'll take whatever you want to pay us off with. Why not. We're just dirtworld mercs looking for fast creds."
"I would move if i hadn't started a business here before i started working for alema. i became a bounty hunter to better fund my operation. moving me and her would be easy. moving an entire business center to THIS planet. not so easy. Believe me if i could move i would. i hate being here because i know its not safe. but for whatever reason she refuses to leave me. she throws a tantrum if she wakes up and i'm not in the room with her. And i can't bring myself to just off her. If i could i wouldn't have this issue. And yes i may be prideful. But i'm good at what i do and i'm rich. But I'm not stupid, I know i cant do this forever. and that scares me. Let me ask you then korvo. You have a business that is routed to a planet so you cant up and leave, You have a child to protect and someone who wants you and the said child dead. What would you do?"
“So far- I’ve been pleasantly surprised.” Fayva smiles- then says “well - we can get the attention off of you with reporting you taken care of…let’s get our companions and see this ship.”
Korvo follows Fayva out. When they make it to the blast doors and can see the others, he calmly - coldly - replies to Dashun. "Yours is an idiotic question. Quit the business." He then proceeds forward to his companions, ready to leave this place and its twisted master behind.
“Suggestion!: One person wants you dead, if it were that one person why not send your own hunters to get rid of that person? Note: I am willing to clean up any mess if the price is right. Note: if it is more than one person then the price should reflect the danger.”
Korvo removes his helmet, then looks a long moment at Dashun, genuinely dumbfounded. "Well - yeah. Of course I would. I mean, why the hell do you think I'm doing all of this? I don't have anything more important in my life. I never reallyhave."He sighs again. "But look, I think there's no point in trying to convince you that you suck as a father and as a person, especially when we probably all do in this group. You're convinced everything will work out, and I hope it will. For her sake."
905Jan says bluntly "Reply: If she offers her body then it would be easier for me to dispose of the trash. Note: I am a droid, while her tech skills are frightening, I do not care about the flesh like you meatbags. Reply: Again, if you are willing to pay I am willing to get rid of her. My companions seem to dislike the idea of killing you, but perhaps they might be persuaded to pursue a different bounty.
Inquiry to group: What do you think, should we go and kill our original bounty giver?"
To Korvo: "Reply: I do have a vacuuming function, but I do not 'suck', I am adequate for my job."
Korvo looks at 905 to reply, but pauses. A slow grin etching across his face. "Heya, do either you or Zolo know how to slave a ship, by chance?" A fully devious and mirthful look crosses his face. "I would love to return Alema's ship to her."
You're convinced everything will work out, and I hope it will. For her sake."
"I actually am trying to open a factory on corusant right now. if i can do that i can tart selling there. And then move there. That is what i want. I too hope it works out"
"I understand why you hate me. Frankly i hate myself too. But i do genuinely want to help you. So please put your hate aside. Trust me it does you no good"
"Mister, I've put myself in plenty of messes in the past. And I'll tell you, the worst of them started with some rich or powerful person saying the words trust me." Korvo looks to his companions. "This guy wants us to go kill for him now, and will equip us with a better ship and double the pay. Sound off if you're in."
"Fine. trust fayva then. If she truly embraced hatred, because of what she is she may consider you an enemy. She has it worse because she is a force user. it makes anger more appealing. more addictive. It may not be as bad with you but its still addictive. If you don't want to trust me then dont. but keep your anger in check"
"Reply: I can attempt to remotly control the ship, but I believe Zolo would be better at it. Reply: If he's paying more and giving us a better ship, I am in . Reply: As long as I get paid, I do not care what you do, jedi."
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Korvo looks conflicted. "Look, I'm sure you're a swell guy after all. But consider what I was saying. It doesn't matter which criminal murder syndicate is in charge of this part of space - it matters that you seem to have the twisted notion that the child is safe in a building with a huge bullseye on it. Eventually, Alema and whoever is bankrolling her will realize they can just fire a seismic charge from space and knock out a quarter mile radius centered on your little daycare here. So yeah, from my perspective you're kind of only marginally better for that girl than having died earlier. And by the way, maybe we weren't the Aces who were going to beat you, but you're obviously too prideful to understand the score. A Sarlacc, really? You're so full of yourself that WHEN a real threat comes to find you and that little girl, you will absolutely fail in protecting her." Korvo's voice becomes strained as he tries to check his tone while talking to the clearly dangerous man across from him. "It's simple, super dad, just move to the core where no one is trying to murder your happy little family. You clearly have the financial resources to go pretty much anywhere if your giving random mercs holocrons and ships." He sighs heavily. Then, more calmly. "But yeah, we'll take whatever you want to pay us off with. Why not. We're just dirtworld mercs looking for fast creds."
“ I would like to. Are you Jedi? So much about you is different than I expected.” Fayva says.
Fayva winces a bit at korvo, but then chooses to emphasize the last bit. “Sounds like Korvo and I agree to the deal. I agree with him that this is no place for a child. But Let’s check with the others- they’re listening, as you probably guessed.” She smiles.
"I would move if i hadn't started a business here before i started working for alema. i became a bounty hunter to better fund my operation. moving me and her would be easy. moving an entire business center to THIS planet. not so easy. Believe me if i could move i would. i hate being here because i know its not safe. but for whatever reason she refuses to leave me. she throws a tantrum if she wakes up and i'm not in the room with her. And i can't bring myself to just off her. If i could i wouldn't have this issue. And yes i may be prideful. But i'm good at what i do and i'm rich. But I'm not stupid, I know i cant do this forever. and that scares me. Let me ask you then korvo. You have a business that is routed to a planet so you cant up and leave, You have a child to protect and someone who wants you and the said child dead. What would you do?"
I am not. i am also not sith. I am a grey. and I hope i'm different in a good way"
“So far- I’ve been pleasantly surprised.” Fayva smiles- then says “well - we can get the attention off of you with reporting you taken care of…let’s get our companions and see this ship.”
"Agreed" He opens the blast doors again "I do hope you visit again. i would certainly like to have a sparring partner" He smiles a bit at the thought
Korvo follows Fayva out. When they make it to the blast doors and can see the others, he calmly - coldly - replies to Dashun. "Yours is an idiotic question. Quit the business." He then proceeds forward to his companions, ready to leave this place and its twisted master behind.
"Good idea. Why don't you leave your explosives behind. Better yet why don't you quit being a soldier or bounty hunter in general"
“Suggestion!: One person wants you dead, if it were that one person why not send your own hunters to get rid of that person? Note: I am willing to clean up any mess if the price is right. Note: if it is more than one person then the price should reflect the danger.”
"I'm rich. but she is respected...and also more than willing to offer her body if she deems it necessary. I cant compete with that"
Korvo removes his helmet, then looks a long moment at Dashun, genuinely dumbfounded. "Well - yeah. Of course I would. I mean, why the hell do you think I'm doing all of this? I don't have anything more important in my life. I never really have." He sighs again. "But look, I think there's no point in trying to convince you that you suck as a father and as a person, especially when we probably all do in this group. You're convinced everything will work out, and I hope it will. For her sake."
905Jan says bluntly "Reply: If she offers her body then it would be easier for me to dispose of the trash. Note: I am a droid, while her tech skills are frightening, I do not care about the flesh like you meatbags. Reply: Again, if you are willing to pay I am willing to get rid of her. My companions seem to dislike the idea of killing you, but perhaps they might be persuaded to pursue a different bounty.
Inquiry to group: What do you think, should we go and kill our original bounty giver?"
To Korvo: "Reply: I do have a vacuuming function, but I do not 'suck', I am adequate for my job."
Korvo looks at 905 to reply, but pauses. A slow grin etching across his face. "Heya, do either you or Zolo know how to slave a ship, by chance?" A fully devious and mirthful look crosses his face. "I would love to return Alema's ship to her."
"I actually am trying to open a factory on corusant right now. if i can do that i can tart selling there. And then move there. That is what i want. I too hope it works out"
Korvo nods, somewhat grimly, but also begrudgingly at Dashun.
"I understand why you hate me. Frankly i hate myself too. But i do genuinely want to help you. So please put your hate aside. Trust me it does you no good"
"Mister, I've put myself in plenty of messes in the past. And I'll tell you, the worst of them started with some rich or powerful person saying the words trust me." Korvo looks to his companions. "This guy wants us to go kill for him now, and will equip us with a better ship and double the pay. Sound off if you're in."
"Fine. trust fayva then. If she truly embraced hatred, because of what she is she may consider you an enemy. She has it worse because she is a force user. it makes anger more appealing. more addictive. It may not be as bad with you but its still addictive. If you don't want to trust me then dont. but keep your anger in check"
"Reply: I can attempt to remotly control the ship, but I believe Zolo would be better at it. Reply: If he's paying more and giving us a better ship, I am in . Reply: As long as I get paid, I do not care what you do, jedi."