ARuELLA (Pats her eleganly shod foot as she fixes Khad Jin in a stern gaze) "There is to be no killing unless someone attacks us or if I give the word." (She gets out a resurrection scroll from a pocket that wan't there, before, reads it over the gnome's body. When he recovers, she questions him.) "See, I told you that they were getting antsy. Now, tell us."

GNOME (Looks about, panic-stricken) "All right, I shall tell you. Slatkin fled through the machine, through the purple portal. He is hiding on Mechanus."

JETT (Looks up from cleaning his fingernails with a greensteel knife)"You had better be right, Gnome, because you are going to be the first one through the portal. And, unless you are right, you will have a much less-merciful death than the one that you just had."

Beorn

Grabs hold of the gnome again

"I'll hang on to the runt - now which way do we go from here?"

He proceeds to tie a leather strip tightly around the gnomes neck.

He gives the leather strip a yank. "Just behave yourself gnome"

OOC: gnome on a leach ;)

Khaz`Djir:"bah, he is lying anyway, Aruella! he seeks to delay our journey! ah, seeing is beliving, so lets go."

ARUELLA(She leads the group back to the machine, and they enter the purple portal. We reappear in a bright world where the smell of oil is just perceptible. The sky is cloudless and yellow. A giant conveyor belt runs by at a moderate speed, flanked on either side by a slower belt to allow access to the faster belt. Modrons and droids are seen entering and leaving the belt. In the near distance, you can see another belt going in the opposite direction. Standing in front of you is a modron, apparently processing something.)

looking at his surroundings Kaz'erthimon looks at the leashed gnome, "which way now, guide"

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GNOME (Whines) "But all is as I told you, good sirs..." (jumps as Jett whacks him) "and Ladies, as I was about to say. Cannot you let me go now? I have many important things to attend to back at my home."

Khaz`Djir:"no, you pathetic gnome! i have had enough of you and your whining! your second death will be.. satisfactory."

GNOME "But, good sir," (here, he seems to be trying to force out words that he does not want to say; finally, after a struggle) "I have...a few coins...perhaps enough to be wort your while, to let me live."

Encard speaks. "Have the gnome walk before us to set off any traps there may be. Killing him now would be a waste."

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