"Hey, Antilles! Hey! Syal Antilleeeees, ship to Syaaal, come in, girl!"
"Well, yeah. That's your name, isn't it?"
"I guess -- aw, Sithspit. You made me die."
"You're playing a game?"
"Yeah -- the latest Bounty Hunter. Fab-- ah, Lieutenant Baradis got me it."
"Now that's how you know he really likes you."
"What did you want?"
"Oh -- I wanted to see if you'd heard!"
"It's pretty impossible not to hear you--"
"Shut up, mynock girl, I meant on the news from Coruscant. Pellaeon's resigned!"
"Yeah. Oh-eight-hundred this morning, Galactic Standard Time."
"Why would he do that?"
"He didn't give a reason. HNE seems to think it's cause he's old and doesn't want to deal with the upcoming conflict. That he's done enough and wants to let someone younger take his place."
"Bantha poodoo. Pellaeon's not old."
"He's like five hundred!"
"More like ninety. My-- Gen-- my dad really respects him, too -- says he's even better than Bel Iblis."
"Funny how they're all Corellians, huh?"
"What're you trying to say?"
"Nothing! Hey, don't get defensive. Besides, your passport still says Ralltiir."
"It also still says Lysa Dunter. It's a little out of date. Anyway, Pellaeon learnt from Thrawn, and he wasn't Corellian. Who's replacing him?"
"Admiral Niathal. Supereme Commander Niathal now, I guess."
"Stang. The Mon Cal?"
"Yep. I hear she's a lot harder than Pellaeon. Shoot first, ask questions later. Or get Intel to ask the questions later."
"Yeah. Kriff, I hope the higher-ups know what they're doing."
"Do they ever?"
"Not since I've been alive. Maybe Pellaeon will come back."
"You really think so?"
"I really hope so. Now get out of here -- I wanna beat this level."
"Too late. Time to suit up for the evening patrol."
"Fun. Just what I've been looking forward to all day. Guess I'll play later..."