Irvine: "Come on, give me a break. I wasn't thinking at the time, like father like son I guess..." *smiles* "But like I said, it'll hurt me even more if it's forced out now... I believe it being done surgically would be alot better, besides it won't kill me yet..." 'I guess I'm just as stubborn as my father...'
*Irvine consentrates, and then stands up with little difficulty, keeping his mind on the bolt's position, he pulls out his remote and presses a button for the cargo ramp to open on his ship.*
Irvine: "I have medical suppies on my ship, it'll help me. Although I'm sure one of those star destoriers wouldn't take someone openly calling himself a close relitive to the Emperior..."