Utterly Mad

Lucas:
((Roughly 5 times longer, I'd say))
"Arming the natives? We haven't provided arms for anyone except a few select villages, this one included. We have no idea who's been arming the separatists."
She picks up a headset, and puts it on. Then she types in something on the nearest screen using some kind of universal keyboard.
"T? It's E. Guess who I've had the pleasure of getting a visit from... What? No. It's That Drough guy... Yeah, the one that killed that mean old fuck...
Listen, he's even willing to help us out with things..."
She gives you a smile.
"Yeah, he's not even demanding anything in return. Says he would love to preserve the life of this planet, even if it would kill him...
So anyway, should I send him over?... Oh?... Yeah I understand... I'll do that... Later."

She turns to face you, still smiling.
"You're hired."

Father:
Amen

The hound attempts to scream, but alas, he's a bit too winded.
Soon enough, the stream of acid burns a hole straight through him, making the stream burn the chair appart, and spilling all over the floor.
The janitors ain't going to have a fun time...

Seems like the sergeant's back too. Or was she standing there the whole time? Regardless, she seems unfazed of the sniper-turned puddle.
"I assume you got something out of him?"