“Oh, its beautiful.”

No notes, no records. None of you were here. Nobody puts this in their calendar. All service and transport droids will be data wiped once we're done. Your colleagues, superiors, if they're not in this room, they're not cleared for the project.

Who are you?!

And?

Who is this she. Why can she hear me? To what are you referring?

What?

Why is she here.

I did not give the evening a description now did I. I simply have a neutral greeting. But here you are again. Ruining everyone’s good cheer.

Evening.

“Staying up to date on base chatter isn’t a crime. Everyone is aware of this particular fiasco.”

“I can assure you I did no such thing. If there is a traitor running around the fault goes to Hemlock.”

“Governor Tarkin! What a pleasure. How may I assist ?”

Oh look at the time! I must be off. Ronan! Heel!

Mentally superior certainly.

I do. Because they are beneath me.

We aren’t talking about me, little girl.

Until you can emotionally regulate yourself and stop acting like a spoiled brat, yes. You are.

Ridiculous child.

And I’ll take your father with me.

I can’t stand any of you.

What ails them this time?