Piett waited while Sergeant Havell calmly removed his binders in Veers’ office.
“Thank you,” he told the man, stressing the ‘ou’ sound. Max had pointed out that having a less obvious Axxilan accent may help them in their escape attempt and it was a tool in their arsenal if Piett could sound like a different person.
Piett had countered that having an Axxilan accent in the underground galaxy they were striving to enter would actually be more useful. It stung him to hear that Veers felt his natural tones would be a handicap.
“Not denying that in the least, Firmus,” Max had replied, holding up his hands, his grey eyes kind. “But if we are to pose as Imperial officers at some point—and I confess I already can think of numerous scenarios where that will be likely—-then it would be very handy to have you sounding as Core as possible to avoid suspicion. Particularly in the immediate aftermath of our escape. They’ll be looking for an Axxilan, not a Core worlder.”
“Sorry,” he’d sighed, doing his best not to itch at his healing back. It would only make things worse and the skin was still very new and tender. And he shouldn’t take his insecurities out on Max. “What ya say makes sinse. Ah’ll ah….Ah’ll nade help though.”
Veers had grinned. “Happy to coach you in sounding like a pretentious snob, my friend.”