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Post by Heartdom King on Aug 11, 2015 13:55:44 GMT -5
Greye chuckled, "I could." Greye took his lightsaber from his belt and plopped it on the table. "I'll cut you a deal," he said. "Take me back to the Jedi Temple and I won't carve you all up like a Tauntaun on Hoth. Plus, I'll throw in my very own lightsaber."
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Post by Matterboy12 on Aug 11, 2015 14:02:57 GMT -5
Tekla cocked an eyebrow and glanced back at the Zabrak. "Hey, Pon!" he said. "You've been looking for a lightsaber for you collection, haven't you?" Pon stared at the saber, then looked at Tekla and silently nodded his head. "This deal doesn't sound half bad," Prometheus said. "And if Pon doesn't want the saber, I'm sure it would fetch us a few credits on the black market." "Plus, there's no telling what riches are in that temple," Vindi said hungrily. "B'Nahr?" Tekla asked the Whiphid. B'Nahr took his terrified gaze away from the saber and looked at his boss. He grunted in response. "Fine." Tekla smiled and turned his attention back to the Jedi. "Looks like you've got yourself a deal, Mr. James."
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