Me: “Oh, very nice, Obsidian, you think you’re gonna get me to sympathize with this assassin just because she’s hot? You’re lucky I’m doing a light side run or-”
Visas Marr, gently and with vulnerability: “My life for your’s.”
Sure, they’re easy. That’s why I dress like this. When they’re looking down to check you out, you can usually smash them on the base of the skull, or deliver an uppercut that knocks them flat.
You make it sound… easy.
That could work. I guess.
Mira: It’s simple - when you want a man, you jab him with a Bothan Stunner, then while he’s screaming in pain, slap some stun cuffs on him. Then starve him for two or three days until he becomes open to suggestion, then double-check his bounty and see if he’s worth anything.
That sounds more like hunting.
Mira: Call it what you want. Me, I love my targets.
Me: “Oh, very nice, Obsidian, you think you’re gonna get me to sympathize with this assassin just because she’s hot? You’re lucky I’m doing a light side run or-”
Visas Marr, gently and with vulnerability: “My life for your’s.”
Me: “I WILL PROTECT YOU AT ALL COSTS”
It should be telling that the only sane female party member was Mira. And I’m not even sure that’s true.
Definitely not, she’s a total sociopath.
You make it sound… easy.
That could work. I guess.
Takes me back, it does.