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"Curious," said Lobot. "I wonder if the bulkheads could be actually
producing the gas."

"Artoo, is there any area that's more involved with this process than
the rest?" asked Lando.

The little droid jetted down to the center of the chamber and
illuminated a band across the inner bulkhead with a beam of orange
light from his holographic projector.

"Got it. Threepio, give me a report on your progress."

The golden droid cocked his head. "Sir, so far I have hailed the
masters of this vessel in eleven thousand, four hundred sixty-three
languages, offering our abject apologies and asking for their
assistance. There has been no reply on any band I am capable of
detecting."

"Do those six million languages of yours happen to include the
Qella?"

"Alas, Master Lando, they do not."

"Do you have any information at all about the Qella language? Maybe
it's related to some other language you are fluent in--the way that if
you know rock, you can almost get along in Thobek or Wehttam."

"I'm sorry, Master Lando. I am completely at a lOSS."

"What about matching up geographically?"

"Sir, it is a standard first contact procedure to attempt contact with
regional languages when the native language is unknown," Threepio said
with a note of indignation.

"I began with the eight hundred seventy-three languages spoken in the
sector where Qella is located, and continued with the three thousand,
two hundred seven languages with direct links to those linguistic
families."

"And now you're just going A to Z on the rest?"

"I am continuing by astrographic proximity."

"How long will it take you to try them all?"

"Master Lando, by reducing the wait time to the minimum specified by my
protocols, I will be able to complete the initial series in
four-point-two standard days."