You remind yourself that the yapping of dogs is meaningless, and no true warrior would react to it. But then I suppose that it is fitting that it will be cowardice that will finally be the downfall of their supposed 'House'."Īs you digest this information, you let your rage slowly dissipate away. "Apparently the Heraani weakling didn't want to be seen anywhere in Auroran space so he sent a message saying to meet him somewhere in Federation space. "Just like that scum that Am'Rosso sent those guys to meet," sneers the leader, and the others laugh and your ears pick up as Am'Rosso is the name of the Moash Thurokiir. "I strongly suggest you get out of our seat, 'miss'," hisses the leader of a small group of what you guess passes for warriors amongst the Moash, and, in keeping with your disguise, you slide off their seat, keeping your eyes down. Quote: You are sitting in the bar observing the Moashi dogs, disguised as a humble worker, dirty from the days toils, listening in the hope that one of them will let slip something about the traitor.
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