Irleen didn't hear any shoots or sounds of fight, so it seems they didn't killing each other. "Crew, we are coming to our target! Get ready!" She shout to corridoor.
After a while a Young Officer enters his Cell and places another Plate with food before his feet. "Here"
Verne looked up at the officer, ‘Huh? Why’d you bother to come in here? Normally you guys just use the slot. I could be dangerous, you know.’
Verne chuckled and picked up the plate, ‘Well, don’t try it with the violent prisoners. They might take it as a chance to escape. Anything else?’
‘That’s what my file says, doesn’t it? Yes, I am, and once you conquer Mirial, Mirialans might become a more common sight in the Empire ... as slaves,’ Verne sighed.
"Hey i have no access to Files or decide whats happening around here. Just following Orders and make a Living".
‘You are a officer and have no access to anything on a dinky outpost like this? Who did you piss off?’ Verne chuckled.
"Didnt piss of anyone. I just dont have a security clearence. I get transfered on Nar Shadaa soon. Thank God." He smiles
‘You don’t have security clearance, yet they let you in here to have a chat with the prisoners? Strange operation that Inquisitor is running here,’ Verne said, ‘Well, you have fun on Nar Shadaa.’
"Theres a Inquisitor here? I didnt know....Oh well The Base Commander assigned me to bring You this stuff. Why are You locked up? Smuggled illegal stuff?"
Verne chuckled, ‘No, well, I didn’t get to that part. I was looking for an artefact on this moon, didn’t know you had set up shop here until I ran into a patrol.’
‘Oh, I would, but it’s more like “if”, not “when”,’ Verne sighed, ‘Do you chat with all the prisoners here or something?’
‘Yeah, right, “enjoy”. Fat chance of that happening,’ Verne chuckled and forced down the unappetising sludge.
"Get the fuck out of my sight, before I change my mind." Kate glares at Burton, waiting for him to leave.