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[Vorandril]

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Vorandril is on the bridge of the Mantarok with a hand on the console and his chin resting in his other hand, lazily leaning against the armrest, "You've got to be kidding me..."

He chuckles quietly and then takes off his Fedora, "Oh boy, I'm looking forward to when I come through a wormhole and see bits of debris floating through space saying 'Joker didn't know when to stop telling bad jokes.' With any luck Mr. Pistol will be there to tractor you in."

Normally, Vorandril uses his index finger for his one-finger salute. This time he chose another one, "Get off the stage, clown. You're really not all that funny, and extortion is as likely to get you shot. Plus, there's enough issues in Sirius without you mucking things up more. As for all of you supporting him? You're a load of idiots. I'll see you all in the trade lanes, and my guns will be ready when you decide to start a fight."

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