“He does know that what we’re doing is, in fact, illegal, correct?” Maul asks as Rex groans in embarrassment.
“He does know that what we’re doing is, in fact, illegal, correct?” Maul asks as Rex groans in embarrassment.
He covers his face with his hands, unable to continue watching Hardcase bounce excitedly on the balls of his feet. "He knows," he says, muffled but intelligible. "The idiot just loves explosions. And, you know, crime."
"I've been arrested on every planet we've ever had leave on, except Corellia!" Hardcase happily informs the ex-Sith. "I don't know what their Judicials' limit is, but I'll find it!"
Rex groans again, adding a touch of sobbing for effect. "Are you sure we have to keep this in-house?"
"Would you rather go to the trouble of coordinating with another one of your"—Maul waves his hand lazily—"battalions, only to find ourselves thwarted because the lines of communication weren't properly secured? No. Better to use the assets at our disposal and avoid the risk."
"I hate this."
"I am aware."
"Hate you, too."
"That, dear captain, is a lie."
