!jxrVRQy2To 10/25/10(Mon)21:58 No.12572041|
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(keep discussing who you want to shoot if you like.)
You're met on the surface by Commander Bella, Toth's second in command. She's a rather striking Twi'lek, with small, narrow eyes spaced too close together and lips that are a little out of proportion, a bit too thin for her jaw line and just slightly suggestive of a deathstick habit.
Bella informs you that Toth has convinced the local authorities the chemical spills aboard the rebel freighter was a coolant leak. She bows curtly and departs to hobnob with the locals. A Gungan slave smiles at you vacantly and leads you to the reception hall. He asks, without thinking, if you'd like some refreshments. The biological version of a droid restraining bolt jutting from the back of his neck is pumping his brain full of endorphins for sticking to his assigned script.
You'll never understand the Harridan's desire to impose droid like qualities on living sentient creatures in order to create inferior, less durable droids. The Harridans imported slaves to fill their labor shortage, then implanted neural feedback bolts to control them. That lead to a support staff of overseers, slave trainers, doctors, computer technicians, slave procurers, and an ever present need for new slaves to replace the old ones whose neurons have given out after months of constant electric pulses blasting at their brains. All Harridan achieved was to enslave itself to a vast, institutionalized machine that took far more than it gave. Small surprise perhaps that the CEO of Labor Resources Unlimited is sitting in the co-president's chair.