WEESLA shuffles forward, licking his lips anxiously.
WEESLA: And what of Nal Hutta’s throne? ...Or are you expecting me to use Bloodory’s trickery?!
KANE’s eyes narrow and he steps forward, face to face with WEESLA.
KANE: You don’t like our Imperial methods, Hutt? Our loyalties lie with the Emperor! We are willing to allow you your petty throne and you would be wise to appreciate our generosity, or the ‘throne’ you so covet may not be granted to you. No matter. We will soon see just how ‘resistant’ you Hutts claim to be!
WEESLA throws a fuming glance at BLOODORY, but the Doctor merely inclines his head and smiles coldly. KANE spots the exchange.
KANE: Know your place, ‘Weasel’, or more Hutt blood will be on your pudgy little hands!
KANE waves the furious Hutt off towards the door with a dismissive gesture.
KANE: (cont.) ...Now go. The Doctor and I have more important matters to attend to in the command center. Guard the door until we return.
As WEESLA slithers away up the steps, DR. BLOODORY turns to KANE with a slightly confused expression.
BLOODORY: What’s a ‘weasel’?