Rex's eyes widen as Anderson continues to talk. He had assumed that she would find the life of a farmer unfamiliar, if not distasteful, and would seek greater work -- people like her generally do. Rex isn't sure if he would if he didn't have a personal stake in the matter. But there's an entire Empire to topple, from the wicked leaders and politicians eyeing the destruction from a comfortable distance to the grunts on the ground, exerting their power over people simply because they can. She knows what is happening to them is unjust, but many things are unjust these days, and he's certain she's had a front row seat for some of them. As assets, his brothers aren't powerful; their lifespans are short, their psyches damaged, their experiences with anything other than war paltry. Even before the rise of the Empire, that had been a questioning lingering over their heads. Some of the more outspoken galactic representatives hadn't minced words. They would be an expensive drain on the system.
He and Anderson wouldn't be able to save enough for that to even be an issue but it is how natborns viewed them by and large. They don't have much in the way of a life to save these days. Anderson's efforts, some may argue, would be better spent on the people who are still young and under the thumb of the Empire, their whole lives ahead of them.
"That was my plan. Without the Force - psi - stuff. Grab a brother, get him to a medical droid, get the chip burned out of there for good. It would be much lower risk not to have to find a trustworthy source. I've found one or two, but the galaxy is a vast place."
And his brothers are violent. The trip to a med droid would be very, very long with trained men on his ship who would like nothing better than to kill him -- and to kill Anderson as well, now that she's an enemy of the Empire. He looks Anderson over, trying to imagine what it is to be her, to feel what others are feeling, to be able to make the decision to up and leave everything she'd ever known and her next course of action, all in the same day.
"I'd be grateful for the help," he admits. "Why do you want to do this?"
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He and Anderson wouldn't be able to save enough for that to even be an issue but it is how natborns viewed them by and large. They don't have much in the way of a life to save these days. Anderson's efforts, some may argue, would be better spent on the people who are still young and under the thumb of the Empire, their whole lives ahead of them.
"That was my plan. Without the Force - psi - stuff. Grab a brother, get him to a medical droid, get the chip burned out of there for good. It would be much lower risk not to have to find a trustworthy source. I've found one or two, but the galaxy is a vast place."
And his brothers are violent. The trip to a med droid would be very, very long with trained men on his ship who would like nothing better than to kill him -- and to kill Anderson as well, now that she's an enemy of the Empire. He looks Anderson over, trying to imagine what it is to be her, to feel what others are feeling, to be able to make the decision to up and leave everything she'd ever known and her next course of action, all in the same day.
"I'd be grateful for the help," he admits. "Why do you want to do this?"