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Mak’ro stared at Eli in stunned silence. The human was bold, he had to give him that. And under normal circumstances, all the charts and graphs and data points he had presented in the course of his argument would have worked as intended and gotten agreement just to make him stop. Not this time. Not after mentioning Thrawn's name.
“Well, Sir?” Eli prompted.
“Are you out of your fucking mind?” Mak’ro said. “I read your debrief and the intelligence reports. Why exactly would I risk bringing the wrath of the Syndicure down on myself?”
“Because you have the ability to travel and I don’t. Because you have the chance to undo something that you yourself said was unjust. Because I need him.” Eli paused, then cleared his throat. “Because your friend is out there, and you have the chance to bring him home.”
Mak’ro snorted. “I don’t know that ‘friend’ is the word I’d use,” he muttered. But Eli's plan was solid. And it would make Thalias happy. They could go on romantic getaway as a cover..
With a sigh, Mak’ro reached for a datapad; Eli grinned. “You’re responsible for keeping him in line, Ivant. And you owe me. Forever.”