IC Contact post for Mask or Menace

[dun_moch]

"You have reached Count Dooku. I regret that I am unavailable to answer your hail. Kindly leave a message, and I shall respond at the earliest opportunity."

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[dun_moch]

[The corner of the Count's mouth twitches.]

Are you perhaps volunteering for the role?

[dirtyredneck]

[Wasn't like he hadn't already been teaching Hermann how to shoot, but... Daryl shifted a little uncomfortably, looking down at his cup and shrugging with one shoulder.]

I guess. Maybe. Ain't got a lot of free time ta just do it on the fly, though.

[dun_moch]

[The Count spreads his hands, as though helpless.]

Surely you do not expect Mars to be cast out of his role without a replacement at hand, do you?

[dirtyredneck]

Hell yeah.

[Daryl's head lifted and he looked at Dooku like the man was crazy to even consider keeping Mars around in that role regardless of the need to have a trainer.]

We can hire the fuck out if we need to. No one questions an imPort wanting to learn to fight. Trainers don't gotta be one of ours long as they get paid. Plenty of people better suited to it than that asshole you got doing it now.

[dun_moch]

[The Count frowns.]

You may hire whoever you wish for your own training. But our organization will not entrust such a function solely to an outsider. That is my final word on this topic, Daryl.

[He's happy to shove Grievous under the bus in the right situation... but this isn't it.

[dirtyredneck]

He ain't a good trainer.

[He stood and pushed himself away from the table, pissed off that Dooku was being blind about it.]

Find someone else.

[He walked off before Dooku could respond in a low enough voice to not be heard by anyone around them. He didn't want to hear more. Just wanted his words to be the last ones even if it was nothing more than a Pyrrhic victory.]