Coruscant, Waste Reclamation Facility
*Deac is clearly taken aback by this. He keeps his lightsaber drawn, but moves into a more passive stance*
Deac: I can't touch you? Must suck, being insubstantial.
*Deac deactivates [I love that word, I always want to read it as DEAC-tivate] his lightsaber*
Deac: What do you want from me then, if you're not out to kill me?
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