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[The video opens on Poe's face, edges of his jacket still dusted with salt and red earth.]

This is Commander Poe Dameron of the Republic fleet. I'm looking to speak to whoever's in charge here. I've got some pretty pressing issues to deal with back home, and uh...I really need to be getting back. Or at the very least if someone knows of a long range transmitter, or a ship, actually? A ship would be good.

...Or caf. Do you guys have caf here? Or maybe something stronger? That whole...glowy ball thing..., the data point- that happens to everyone, right? [He taps at his temple with a frown. He didn't particularly enjoy that experience.]

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[He can sense his suspicion.

He understands. It's a natural feeling to have. So he says nothing, even though he's aware of it. Poe will speak up if he feels like it, he figures.]

Wouldn't get you stabbed on most civilized planets. Wouldn't go serving it to the elite, but it does it's job.

[Well, there's still stuff that needs to be done, still improvements to be made, but it's more than drinkable.]

[Poe's not going to acknowledge it, not yet at least.]

Well lucky you, I'm about as far from the elite as you can get.

Lucky indeed.

[Well, not like every elite's going to turn it away, anyway. He's technically supposed to be one and honestly he's had fun with it and had come to a point where it actually does taste good. Not the best he's ever tasted, but still more than a passing grade.

As they come to the place he's cleared out to work, it's obvious that it really is a small-time operation, tended to mostly by himself. He's scavenged and even created things himself.] I do apologize for the more than rustic operation I've got going, but the Agrii aren't big on giving out even the essentials of survival gear, apparently. Despite the task they've laid before us.

I've noticed. And trust me, I've seen sketchier set ups than this.

[It looks as though he has some idea what he's doing, which is more than Poe could manage.]

You do this back home?

Really? Now I'm afraid to ask.

[There's definitely some humor in his tone of voice, and he shakes his head. Shadier than even this...]

No... I grew up in a slave settlement, though. And slaves do get up to the strangest things when their owners aren't looking. So I learned a thing or two.

[But then, it had happened on Korriban too, acolytes concocting the strangest of alcohol in the strangest of places, out of sight from any Overseer. On any planet, he supposes, there will be someone looking for a way to get drunk.]

... I also touched the data point here, giving me some idea about what the fruits and vegetables here are like. Knowing what I'm working with helps.

I was on a prison planet.

[It's a moment before he thinks to add-] Not as a prisoner.

[He frowns at the nonchalant way he mentions the slavery, but the way he speaks does seem to imply it's something he's escaped since his youth.]

...I can imagine that would make things easier.

I see. Nasty places, prison planets. I've set foot on one before, too.

[He can sense that the way he'd spoken about being a slave was disliked, but there wasn't much he could do about that. Slavery is unpleasant, he knows, but it's still something that was part of his life.]

It does. Especially since some things here have rather strange effects- on humans as well as aliens, too.

Heh, that's half the fun of alien worlds, isn't it?

[He flashes a teasing smile.]

So how strong is this stuff? I don't wanna end up passed out in a ditch somewhere.

I suppose.

[He shrugs. He would have preferred something more familiar, but at least he'll never be bored and will have distractions so long as he's here.]

Not that strong. Besides, do I really seem the sort of man who'd let you go pass out in a ditch?

To be determined, but you do look like the sort of man who might not be able to get me out of said ditch.

[Poe counters with a teasing grin. It's not that often he gets to tease someone about being smaller than him.]

If we're talking physically dragging you out, I suppose.

[He knows the limitations of his body, after all. But he is Sith and has the Force, so he'd certainly find a way.]

Not a huge fan of being dragged about any other way.

[He has some pretty negative associations with that.]

Noted.

[He will keep it in mind. He understands that being dragged or knocked around with the Force isn't necessarily the most fun of things, even when it's not violent.]

Though as I said- it is not so strong that a single glass would cause you to pass out in a ditch.

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