Vale shook his he and sighed. "Damn, well you aren't the average dark sider." He fold his hands into his robes then spoke. "Vale Aath, I'm assuming your here to either kill me or join us. Well come have a drink with us or try to stab me, either I promise it will be interesting." He walked back over and looked at Atreides.

"I told you to go outside because she's packing a light saber. Your blaster pistol might be good but in tight quarters light sabers have the advantage. Any way boys, you know what tomorrow is right? Empire day! So were going to trash the parade on Coruscant with the ships we stole and the Mon Calamari fleet." He sat down and reached for his drink, seemed one of the clones had taken it and had it himself while he'd been off meeting the Twi'lek. "Damn it, you guys have to respect."

One of the clones laughed. "We have respect for you commander but you've got a meeting so booze for you. Us on the other-hand are now off duty so we can drink all we want!" They all cheered and raised there glasses. "To the commander and his sober mind!"

Vale grumbled. "You are all copy's of the same jerk."