Monah: переводы

→It was a rebuke, a clip around the ear, however kindly put, and all the more cutting for it. No, Skirata was not sure what he was doing. He would have been the first to admit it. In fact, he was going to admit it right now. He stared up into the clear dusk in the general direction from which the freighter Cornucopia was due to make a low-level approach, and wondered if this was the moment when his talent for pulling off impulsive gambles had finally reached its limit.

→Mij Gilamar rarely gave advice outside of his two fields of professional expertise-killing or curing-but sometimes he used a certain tone that made Skirata's shoulders hunch.

→"So you know what you're doing, Kal, yeah?"

→Kyrimorut, Mandalore

→- Deserter, Null ARC trooper N-10-now Jaing Skirata, Mandalorian mercenary

→If we've defrauded the galactic banking system out of a trillion credits, stolen the industrial secrets of the top dozen clonemasters, assassinated government intelligence agents, and spied upon, thieved from, sabotaged, and generally ticked off Palpatine at every level-well, harboring escaped Jedi really isn't going to make things any worse for us, is it?

→"If I did, Ord'ika, I wouldn't have handed you the electros."

→"There. The guy in red, black undersuit, talking to the Imperial."

→Ordo shoved his bag of nuts in the speeder's dashboard compartment and held his hand out for the electrobinoculars. "Let me look."

→"I see they've got Mando help," he said, focusing on a figure in red beskar'gam. It was always hard to tell a male Mando from a tall female because the armor often obliterated the curves and gave women the same gait as the men. But he was sure it was a male. "Well, as long as Shysa hasn't gone public with his resistance, what can they do?"

→Jusik was beginning to wonder if his Force senses were getting slack. He had an uneasy feeling about the garrison, which he filed under O for obvious, but there was something else bothering him. He watched the procession of stormies, construction droids, and Imperial officers-who certainly got their new uniforms faster than Jusik ever received kit requests in the Grand Army-and looked for anything out of the run of normal-for-despots.

→"Yeah, that's what I used to say."

→"I'll burn this off easily."

→"You'll regret that when your beskar'gam doesn't fit anymore," Jusik said, watching the skull from the speeder's side screen.

→By the time they found a safe observation point for the grotesque mythosaur theme park, Ordo had already chomped his way happily through a half-kilo bag of candied nuts and was starting on the second.

→A walkabout normally resulted in buying odds and ends they couldn't get in Enceri; engine parts for Parja's workshop, toiletries for Dr. Uthan, and candies for everyone. Jusik hoped Mij Gilamar included dentistry in his prodigious range of medical skills, because clones and sugary food went hand in hand. Their accelerated aging seemed to demand a lot of calories.

→Ordo shrugged and pocketed the unopened bottle of ale. "Come on, a quick walk around town to see who's about, and then you can go admire the kyrbes."

→"I'm having one of my feelings from a previous existence."

→"It's like watching a speeder wreck, isn't it?"

→"Like Kal'buir says, it'll be about beroyase bal beskar-Palps wants our mercenaries and our iron ore." Jusik drained his ale in eight gulps. He'd never enjoyed ale on Coruscant, but it all felt very different here. He was filling out, putting on weight and muscle, and he felt happier being Bard'ika than he ever had in his life. "I wouldn't mind taking a closer look at the skull."