Yavin Station - Control and Engineering Sectors

[Dav Man'Sell]

[Dav Man'Sell]

[Dav Man'Sell]

[Corr Vhett]

[Dav Man'Sell]

::Hello Corr, I'm Dav.::



::I've listened to your offer. I have to say, it really is very generous. But I'm going to have to pass. You see, I've had a better idea. Would you like to hear it?::

[Corr Vhett]

:: First name terms is it, Master Man'sell? I'm honoured... ::



:: I must say that your reputation precedes you. Most of the Sith generally assert that you are one-hundred foot tall, have huge horns and are always wreathed in flame... ::



:: I'll have to assume you're in disguise, yes? ::

[Dav Man'Sell]

::So you have heard of me? I suppose that saves some time. You know, it's funny, you barely even register, by comparison. That must be nice, not being in the spotlight like that. Serving in the shadow of greater men all the time must really take the pressure off. There's always someone more famous for you to blame when you screw up.::



::Here's the counter-proposal.::



::Leave, now. Take your fleet, take your soldiers, go back to Mandalorian space, and I will make sure that this particular mistake is treated as such by the Galactic Alliance.::



::If you persist, I promise you that it will only end in ruin for you. Our will is greater than even beskar forged. You'll find our strength more than matches it.::



::I am Dav Man'Sell. And I am giving you this one chance to run.::

[Corr Vhett]

:: Indeed, Master Man'sell. I am but a humble farmer tasked with the removal of some weeds. No ground-shaking reputation with which to hide any insecurities, wot. ::



:: Great men are often only as good as those they stand upon to bask in the lime light, adi'Jetii. Strength is not measured in how famous one is and reputation must be proved every day...



:: Besides, we both know wars don't make one great. ::



:: We will leave as soon as you have surrendered. We will return to Mandalorian space, via a few other star systems, when the Jedi are crushed. You can yield and only some of you will die, or you can fight in which case all of you will die. ::



:: This is not a negotiation that you can debate in a committee, Master Jedi. ::

[Dav Man'Sell]

::I guess it isn't. Let me bring this negotiation to a close, then; There is no way I will be surrendering anyone to you. Don't deceive yourself, though. You were the one, today, with a choice to make, and you just made the wrong one. You're the one who chooses to continue this fight. So, humble farmer, leading an army in waging an unjust war, championing a campaign of genocide; I think we know where we stand.::



::It's an interesting metaphor, by the way. The farmer.:: ::But I'm sorry to say, it's fooling no-one. I'm afraid I cannot ever ignore such morally deplorable intent, no matter how you dress it up. You can hide behind your helmet and your false generosity all you like. I know the sort of man you are.::



::There will be no surrender. No, what happens now is this.::



::We are going to fight you with every breath. And every Jedi, every soldier, every kilometre of every world, every single win you think you'll claim, every single step you try to make, will cost you more than you could possibly imagine. And when you think victory is yours for the taking, we'll hit you harder than you've ever been hit before. And your fleet in orbit will flee, burning. Your armies in the forest will be out manoeuvred, out classed, and will run or surrender to us, and you will rue the day that you declared the Jedi your enemy.::



::And in the end, whether before this conflict ends, or in the days, the months, or the years that follow, your beskar will crumble, your strength will fail you, your fury and vengeance will count for nothing. And I will look you in the eye with the tip of my Lightsaber at your throat, and you'll hope that my reputation for Jedi mercy and forgiveness is true. And when that day comes, you'll remember that I offered you this chance, this one chance, to run.::



::No second chances. I'm that sort of man.::

[Corr Vhett]

:: Te Jetii be'kaden, ad'ika... ::
{ The Jedi appears annoyed, kid... }



:: Ret mhi liser slanar pakod val aaray, lek? ::
{ Perhaps we should ease their suffering, yes? }



:: Chaabar nayc, buy'ca. Val a morut'yc ::



:: Slanar ::



:: Pirusti...? ::
{ Well...? }