Now Where Did He Go?
Glikkin (translated from Kubaz): Lovable? Admittedly, I would steal hearts, if I could get a good price for them, but I wouldn't say I'm lovable, per se. I prefer... debonair.
L-X1: Not many brought up in the lower levels of Coruscant would call themselves debonair!
Glikkin (translated from Kubaz): Well those folks don't have one of these! (Glikkin points to his gauntlet, and suddenly disappears).
L-X1: Now where did he go?
Glikkin (translated from Kubaz, moving around): This gauntlet is one my greatest treasures. While I will not be revealing its origin at this juncture, I will disclose my optical dephaser has allowed me to pull off increasingly involved heists since obtaining it. For instance, am I over here? Or here? Or perhaps -
L-X1: I was just playing along. My thermal heat indicator gives me a precise picture of where you are.
Glikkin: Right. Well, does your thermal heat indicator register these? (Glikkin slams his two vibroblades into the table, phases back into view, and sits down).
L-X1: For the sake of my continued optimal operation, I am going to answer with 'no', regardless of the veracity of that statement. For the sake of the interview, I will ask you whether you wish to reveal any more about these weapons?
Glikkin: Long ago, back when I lived in an orphanage, the owners noticed my natural talents and had me steal valuables to sell. These blades were one such mark, but upon procuring them, I just couldn't part with them. When the owners said they would turn me in to the authorities, I held one of these blades at each of their throats. They no longer wanted them, it seems. Allowing me the one thing I could part with - the orphanage itself. The rest is history.
L-X1: Well this has been enlightening. Our time is almost up -
Boz Vega (walks into room, sipping some caf): Hey, just seeing how your chat with our little friend was going. Where'd he go, anyway?
Glikkin (invisible, translated from Kubaz): Swimmingly. Especially now that I have your favorite mug. Another thing to cross off the list! Farewell! (Glikkin becomes visible, bows, and leaves).
Boz Vega (stares down at his empty hands, bereft of caf mug and now holding only a paper card with a Glikkin logo): I KNEW I should have stayed in the announcer booth.
- L-X1
