Matheron Thayer
03-30-2006, 01:59 PM
A shady taverna upon an, in favour of sociability, indefinite planet. Two likely inebriated individuals in animated discussion.
*blinks* "So.. An armada of plastic, Mantis-shaped Gungan Submarines? How very.. Imperial."
"But naturally! Why, of course, a lowly conveyor of illicit goods can not understand; as you rebels, as a whole, tend to be as unimaginative and lavish as to just take baths. A true Imperial, however, makes good use of every minor leisure to test and improve his tactics."
"Oh, the quirks of your ilk.. But bongos, of all things? I would have thought a true imperial objected to such foreign designs. Why.. Am I to presume this is a hint of an imperial fetish for the Gungan features, Mr Thayer?
And - to spoil that presumption of yours - I happen to prefer the simplicity of a shower, thank you very much."
"I see your understanding truely is limited to transportation, cherished deliverer. Why, in order to conquer a planet you must be familiar to the natives weapons and tactics. -covers eyes in sight of such deplorable lack of forward thinking- Therefore: bongos and therefore: baths. Because Otho Gunga does not happen to be situated within a waterfall."
*Snickers* "True that, Mr Thayer, though I tend to leave the matters of warfare to the strategically inclined. Naturally so, I'd say, as I lack the obsession thereof. Suffice it to say that conquering Naboo is not on my agenda; and do pardon my aforementioned lack of forward thinking, dear visionary, but nor do I see my ambition stretching that far anytime in the near future. Which serves to point out that we conveyors of illicit freight does not share the universal megalomania of the Empire. Or, if you will..
Lets just say I could never bear the sacrifice of transforming my personal hygiene habits into an extension of work."
"Well, good! It is a virtue to recognize whatfor you are not made and I should be thankful you do--too many incapable mingle with the future of humanity already.
Not that I had expected anysuch dedication from one of your kind, anyway. How do you say.. loyalty is a freight the smuggler can't afford? Of course, if you harbored any public-spiritedness you had not chosen the irresponsible hyperspace jump to personal gain. If the creds are glistening, I bet, you do not even ask what kind of goods you ship, for whom or what purpose.
Do you even care how many youths fall victim to glitterstim and death sticks you and your like underhandedly sneak into societies that long since struggle to offer a better future to their young people?"
"Creds, Mr Thayer, are the factual lifeblood of the universe; and, as I'm sure you are aware of, both your Empire and warfare in general are dependant on the flow thereof. We all desire it, on some level. At least I'm honest about my profession, however, whereas I'm sure your Empire has its proverbial fingers down a number of dubious but lucrative opportunities both hither and dither. Dirty little secrets, if you will. I am, however, not hypocritical enough to voice critique on that point.
And *smirks* "Loyalty is the smuggler's worst vice," indeed. How I love old Correlian.. However, if by loyalty you mean blind obedience to the concept of a planet - or, in your case, an Empire - then pardon me if I do not mourn my lack thereof. Unlike you, oh visionary, I am loyal to those I care for alone; and I would rather be that than a brainwashed and expendable patriot of be it whatever the warmachine - corrupted or not - that strives for galactic dominance.
As for the consequences of my trade.. Regrettable, of course. If it wasn't me, however, there would be someone else to reap the benefits. There always is. I am what I am.. Someone has to be, no? And on another note, you shouldn't be so quick to point out the respective flaws of others philosophies. Why, tell me, do you even care about how well non-human species in general fare under Imperial rule? Surely you can't pretend to think that they are treated fairly?"
*blinks* "So.. An armada of plastic, Mantis-shaped Gungan Submarines? How very.. Imperial."
"But naturally! Why, of course, a lowly conveyor of illicit goods can not understand; as you rebels, as a whole, tend to be as unimaginative and lavish as to just take baths. A true Imperial, however, makes good use of every minor leisure to test and improve his tactics."
"Oh, the quirks of your ilk.. But bongos, of all things? I would have thought a true imperial objected to such foreign designs. Why.. Am I to presume this is a hint of an imperial fetish for the Gungan features, Mr Thayer?
And - to spoil that presumption of yours - I happen to prefer the simplicity of a shower, thank you very much."
"I see your understanding truely is limited to transportation, cherished deliverer. Why, in order to conquer a planet you must be familiar to the natives weapons and tactics. -covers eyes in sight of such deplorable lack of forward thinking- Therefore: bongos and therefore: baths. Because Otho Gunga does not happen to be situated within a waterfall."
*Snickers* "True that, Mr Thayer, though I tend to leave the matters of warfare to the strategically inclined. Naturally so, I'd say, as I lack the obsession thereof. Suffice it to say that conquering Naboo is not on my agenda; and do pardon my aforementioned lack of forward thinking, dear visionary, but nor do I see my ambition stretching that far anytime in the near future. Which serves to point out that we conveyors of illicit freight does not share the universal megalomania of the Empire. Or, if you will..
Lets just say I could never bear the sacrifice of transforming my personal hygiene habits into an extension of work."
"Well, good! It is a virtue to recognize whatfor you are not made and I should be thankful you do--too many incapable mingle with the future of humanity already.
Not that I had expected anysuch dedication from one of your kind, anyway. How do you say.. loyalty is a freight the smuggler can't afford? Of course, if you harbored any public-spiritedness you had not chosen the irresponsible hyperspace jump to personal gain. If the creds are glistening, I bet, you do not even ask what kind of goods you ship, for whom or what purpose.
Do you even care how many youths fall victim to glitterstim and death sticks you and your like underhandedly sneak into societies that long since struggle to offer a better future to their young people?"
"Creds, Mr Thayer, are the factual lifeblood of the universe; and, as I'm sure you are aware of, both your Empire and warfare in general are dependant on the flow thereof. We all desire it, on some level. At least I'm honest about my profession, however, whereas I'm sure your Empire has its proverbial fingers down a number of dubious but lucrative opportunities both hither and dither. Dirty little secrets, if you will. I am, however, not hypocritical enough to voice critique on that point.
And *smirks* "Loyalty is the smuggler's worst vice," indeed. How I love old Correlian.. However, if by loyalty you mean blind obedience to the concept of a planet - or, in your case, an Empire - then pardon me if I do not mourn my lack thereof. Unlike you, oh visionary, I am loyal to those I care for alone; and I would rather be that than a brainwashed and expendable patriot of be it whatever the warmachine - corrupted or not - that strives for galactic dominance.
As for the consequences of my trade.. Regrettable, of course. If it wasn't me, however, there would be someone else to reap the benefits. There always is. I am what I am.. Someone has to be, no? And on another note, you shouldn't be so quick to point out the respective flaws of others philosophies. Why, tell me, do you even care about how well non-human species in general fare under Imperial rule? Surely you can't pretend to think that they are treated fairly?"