*thump, thump*

“Who is it?”

“You called me, mercenary.”

“I'd recognize that annoyed tone just about anywhere, I imagine.”

*swiiishhhh*

“Ah, Kul’tak. Glad you could find time in your busy schedule to meet with me.”

“You know I'm just overseeing some of the repair work, Uscot.”

“Yes, well, I'm sure your brain was straining hard to give out all those difficult orders. ‘Move that. Push this.’ You should have joined them and put those muscles you love so much to work.”

“Sometimes I just want to punch you in your blue face, mercenary.”

“My, my, as touchy as always, Drol. Here, have a seat and we’ll discuss the information my source has gathered.”

“Uhhh...Uscot...your--”

“Patience, Drol. We'll get to your part. Sit.”

“Might get a bit drafty.”

“What...Never mind, if you're cold tighten you cloak. Now, if you'll listen I'd like to run this discovery by you.”

“So you might could say you want to *fly* it by me?”

“If you want to be facetious, Drol, we're going to get nowhere.”

“Well then, perhaps we should zipper this conversation shut for another time.”

“What is with you and these vague comments?”

The Zabrak huffed in annoyance before continuing, “Stand up, Uscot.”

“What? Kul if you're looking to spar, now is hardly the time. I know you Sith like to show off your strength, but just this once could you act like a sensible and straightforward person?”

“Alright. Straightforward…your fly is open.”

“My wha--oh. Ah...Well don't stare!”