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The holo isn't great quality, but Rial's frustration is evident.

"How do I know that she's still alive, Baron, from a scrap of leather and bluestone? How do I know that you won't kill her if I hand over Eiattu, kill her just to spite me or cut the head from any possible rebellion?"

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"Fine," Baron Aronnse all but snarls, dark eyes flashing. Anything to get this damn man to stop talking. He shoves back his chair and rises in a whirl of fabric, cape moving with him. For a moment, the holo is of his torso, and then it fades to black. "Hold your thuvasaurs," says the baron's sharp, disembodied voice, and then there is silence.

When the picture comes up again several moments later, it is still silent; eerily so.

The lights are down low, so low it's difficult to make out objects, people; so low it's impossible to see what the room looks like. Gradually, dark shapes appear in the gloom; a man here, another there. The holo jitters, as if someone with an unsteady hand were carrying the unit. A hand swoops over the lens and when it is removed--