Posted Nov 18 2012 - 09:43 PM
"Why are you so skeptical?" Jaron asked, cocking his head, a gesture common, Faraxa might notice, to a merchant she knew well. "I have no wish to fight you, as I believe you have no wish to fight me-are Jedi not followers that peace is better than battle?" he continued to hold his arms, palms up, the supplicating gesture showing that he wanted this to stop.
"Please, I beg of you. Let me leave with her, so that her wounds may be healed, and she be taken to a place where she can cause you no danger, and you can cause no danger to her. I wish for co-existance, not ruination."
Chrr'lok Nako's photoreceptor dimmed for the smallest of moments as he processed the information he received, in multiple different ways. A moment later, after having constructed, from the small sound file he'd gotten from Vikentios's speech, he had constructed a veritable replication of the Tapani resident's accent, as well as the fluctuating tones he spoke with-a moment after that, Chrr'lok rang out with a much more organic sounding voice.
"Lightsaber. Plasma/Energy weapon. Constructed using a superconducting loop, diatium power cell, and multiple crystals to allow functionality of the blade. Any extra information is unavailable." Somehow, the droid managed to cock the section of it's body that might arbitrarily be termed its 'head' to the side, almost looking curious.
"You can guide. But are you certified to guide?"