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"It'll be fine if they do, but I'm still on for finding them myself." Corran smiled. "Zraii's already got my X-wing back to normal-well, as normal as it gets after a Verpine messes with it-so I'm ready to hunt. You with me?" Tycho nodded thoughtfully. "I am, though I think we're going to have some stiff competition. One of the first 'repair' crews in this area was a forensic team from Alliance Intelli-gence. They are supposed to have swept this place, pulling fingerprints, hair and tissue samples-even samples of some of the solid waste floating around. You know better than I what that sort of evidence can tell them, but I gather they were able to confirm the identities of some of the prisoners from what they got." Corran smiled slowly. "Which is why General Airen Cracken showed up two days ago. The New Republic is go-ing to hunt for the prisoners, then?" "That would be my guess. They couldn't do it before because they only had your word to go on-my identifica-tions were spotty and old. Since you chose to resign from Rogue Squadron and started all this, they had to disassociate themselves with our effort. Now they have solid evidence, which changes everything." "Great, they can race us in finding them." "Ah, there you are, Corran." Ooryl filled the entryway. "I thought I could find you here." What? Corran stared at the Gand. "Ooryl?" "Did Ooryl say that right?" The Gand's mouthparts snapped open and shut excitedly. "Ooryl wanted you to be the first to hear." Corran looked over at Tycho, but the Alderaanian just shrugged. "Yes, Ooryl, you said that correctly, but I thought Gands didn't use personal pronouns unless . . The Gand's fist clicked off his chest. "I am janwuine. The ruetsavii, they have declared me janwuine. They have re-turned to Gand to tell Ooryl's, ah, my story. What we did here, Ooryl's part in the taking of Coruscant, and the battles against Iceheart, these will become known to all the Gand. If Ooryl says 'I,' they will know to whom I refer." "That's great, Ooryl." Tycho extended his hand to the Gand. "The Gands have every right to be proud of you." Ooryl shook Tycho's hand, then Corran's as well. "There is more. Each of you have been declared hinwuine. This means that when you come to Gand for Ooryl's janwuine-jika, you may speak of yourselves with personal pronouns and will not be thought vulgar or rude." Corran's eyes narrowed. "You mean to tell me that the whole time you've been here in the squadron you felt the way we talked made us vulgar or rude?" The Gand shook his head. "Ooryl never assumes vulgar-ity when ignorance suffices as an explanation." "Thanks, I think." Tycho shot him a sly smile. "That should be 'Corran thinks.' " "But not often," Ooryl added. "Corran thinks Ooryl should practice using personal pronouns more regularly before he tries comedy." Corran opened his arms wide. "Not much better than the shack we shared on Talasea, is it, Ooryl?" "The mineral deposits do add some color, but Ooryl, er, / would not like to live here." The Gand held a hand up. "I would explore this place with you more, later, for the story of your time here will be vital to my janwuine-jika, but |
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