From Star Wars: Aftermath...

[drunk_ish]

Oh, delightful. Pleasure to make your acquaintance.

Now, I understand you plan to send me to a spaceship where there's free lodging, unlimited food, and unlimited liquor.

What's the catch? Do I have to swear my loyalty to someone really annoying? Is there periodic torture? Neither would necessarily be a deal-breaker, now; consider it indulging my unbearable curiosity.

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SINJIR!!1

[trashlordofthesith]

You are the drunken traitor, then.

[drunk_ish]

There's a reputation I never thought I'd have.

Yes; I'm the drunken traitor, and you're just dead.

[trashlordofthesith]

[Vader didn't know about the whole him dying thing, but he's actually pretty cool with the revelation. There are much worse things than dying.]

Your wit will not save you from the wrath of the Empire.

[drunk_ish]

Faking my death on Endor might, though.

[ Probably not. He's blown it. ]

[trashlordofthesith]

Unsurprising that you should take pride in your cowardice.

[at this point he would be Force choking you, but it appears his player is blocking his ability to be violent. How frustrating that must be for him.]

[drunk_ish]

[ Well, that might make the conversation very short, see. ]

It's not pride, you brainless sack of vague menace.

ooh. i like that one.

[trashlordofthesith]

[well. that's almost amusing.]

You think your petty insults are of consequence?

Or perhaps you are not so attached to being alive, after all.

[drunk_ish]

[ It's the best he can do while 1) drunk, 2) in the grips of pants-shitting terror, and 3) attempting to make words in sentence form. ]

Do I look attached?

[ He snaps this, but it's not really true. He wouldn't have run if he wasn't attached. He wouldn't be trying to survive so hard. ]

[trashlordofthesith]

I can sense your fear, traitor. Your terror. You hide behind words like a politician.

What role did you serve in the Empire?

[drunk_ish]

[ He drops his head in his hands and he laughs. ]

Loyalty officer.

I'm one of your loyalty officers.

[trashlordofthesith]

And yet, despite your position, the seed of rebellion lay within you, waiting for a moment of weakness to sprout.

Or perhaps there came a time when personal loyalty was at odds with your duties.

[drunk_ish]

Neither.

A loyalty officer is always coated in treason. Small treasons, like learning a language, or holding a keepsake from home, or shirking a duty shift. And large treasons, like doubt and fear. If there is anyone who knows the weaknesses in the Empire, it is a loyalty officer.

I always saw them. I just didn't care.

[trashlordofthesith]

You would rather we fill our ranks with droids? Or clones, perhaps?

Human weakness is inescapable. Even moreso in the indulgent, bloated Republic that you now apparently serve.

[drunk_ish]

I didn't say I'd rather anything.

[trashlordofthesith]

Then you serve only yourself. No better than a petty criminal.

[this is, if anything, worse than being rebel scum.]

[drunk_ish]

...are all dead Sith Lords this impossible to please?