Fiyarro

Duvall eyed the man silently, taking in the human's surly, and, frankly, rather humorous antics. Eventually, he raised a gauntleted hand up to his head, undid his helmet - which released with a hiss - and looked Fel eye to eye. "..." Turning, Duvall took it all in...the crumbling villa, the human in front of him, the troopers that scurried about even now. How he hated it all. Every damn piece of it. With a heavy sigh Duvall turned and eyed Fel, finally speaking.

"...You remind me of my brother. When he was good, I mean. Stubborn to the point of being a moron, living for none but himself and the select few he chose to call family." Duvall trailed off, his eyes seeing something far away, some memory of long ago. Blinking, he shook his head, returning to the present. "...In truth, though, it is more than likely unwise for me to go. My presence has just been reasserted here, and my position of authority is...new." Duvall hooked the helmet under his arm, his face pensive. "And, frankly, if it were my place to be involved in the affairs of my brother...then the force would have guided me to him when he was alive. No, in waking up after the events of these few years, my purpose is clear. I will stay." Duvall said, seemingly reassuring himself of the proper course of action. Waving down a nearby scout, he gestured to Fel, and the Scout nodded in turn. 

"Yes. Instead, you will do one final thing for me. Because, let's face it...the knowledge that I've delivered to you is worth more than a ride to a planet, what, with your condition in mind. Besides the fact, my nephew Jashin helped mightily in destroying a threat to your crew: I'd dare say he is a part of your crew now. If you have any respect for that, then when my scout is finished guiding you back to your ship, you will deliver my scout's armor and weapons to Jashin. He will understand what it means. When he is ready...if he ever is ready...he may someday join us again." Duvall fell silent, rummaging around in his belt for a moment, before producing a hypo filled with a single dose of a pale green liquid. "And, to guarantee that you remain - at the least - cognizant enough to to see your crew and deliver this final gesture, a gift. This is a dose of Lotramine, modified with a cocktail of inhibitor enzymes and programmed nanogetic kolto. We typically use it to counter Skirtapanol, a truth serum, but I am assured that while toxic, it will work to mask your symptoms, and lessen the disease noticeably. It will, however, only work for a short time - even masked, the disease is at work within your body. Make no mistake - it is no cure. It should, however, ensure that you get to your destination."

Duvall lowered the helmet back onto his head, raising a hand in farewell. "May you be shielded from the wind, Fel." And, with that traditional Firrerreo farewell uttered, Duvall promptly left - a pair of soldiers coming to flank the alien in a gesture that clearly meant the conversation was over. Idly, the scout waited for Fel to indicate he was ready to go, upon which he would lead Fel through the maze, and back to his ship. Once at the ship, the soldier would strip down to his underwear, folding his armor and helmet neatly, depositing the affair with Fel along with a heavy blaster pistol and a cutlass, to be delivered to Jashin.