The Kessel Run event

[rebel_loyalist]

[Regarding this event, which the mundane is too financially insecure to assemble a squadron for.]

I appreciate that you feel you must lend your aid to the war effort, but you must exercise sound judgment in doing so, or you render the whole affair meaningless. Let this one go, Mun. There will be future opportunities for you to prove yourself, but for now, let another officer win this day for the Alliance.

Comments

[unified]

You advise restraint, then.

[rebel_loyalist]

Indeed. My mundane needs to learn restraint, or - more specifically - thrift. He has difficulty budgeting his living expenses against leisure purchases.

I know I'm horribly late, but...Mon Mothma.

[imperial_intelligence]

Mon Mothma.

[A slight, cold smile.]

I've spent so many years trying to have you killed. Never managed to meet you face to face.

No worries!

[rebel_loyalist]

And yet, now we meet. How might I persuade you to abandon this crusade, Isard?

[imperial_intelligence]

[A slight, sardonic smile played across her lips.]

Persuade? You know me far too well, I imagine, to assume I can ever be persuaded against my will, Rebel.