+ If you already been down in the dungeons in the Hall of Intergalactic Shame
Loana: Well the Council is sure full of surprises. Things are obviously a little backward around here on Shamsu. Remember the mad shopkeeper down in the Hall of Intergalactic Shame? We had to fight him first before he would open up his store, so it looks like that the Council had mutated into this genetic monster. We will have to take out the Council before they will return back to normal I guess, I'm not sure how it works around here. But a Fight we got with the Council is what we are going to get unfortunately. Arrghhh.
Commander: That was no joke, phew that was close. No, you're right. We have to get the Council back to normal so we can sort out the issues on this world, but while its in this mutated state we can't do anything. I knew people were having problems with the council but this is ridiculous. Doctor Thompson, come in do you have anything to give us to fight with. The Council has turned into some kind of mutated genetic monster.
Storm: Droids can't get nervous. Ok people you're sounding like a Endless Carousel of Drama that never stops turning, we could be going on about the Council here all day instead of fighting. Stop talking and let's just get on with the battle.
Fight Bad Council Boss
Complain to the Ship Doctor for her lack of moral support
Commander: Missed me
Commander: You really should just stick to hitting with one arm.
Commander: Your minutes have turned bad on you
Commander: So why won't you address the issue through peaceful means. Oh no that's right you turned into a monster.
Commander: You really need to do something about your ugly looking textures.
Commander: Missed me again. You are too slow.
Commander: I am more faster, Arrgh, my mesh, its stuck. Controls not working. Non access error Arrrrghh not now when I'm in the middle of combat.
Commander: I hope you promise not to slow down the engine and crash the shaders during this fight
Commander: There's another piece from off you, I hope the physics still work. You looks weird suspended up in the air like that. Arrghh the Council is still moving.
Commander: I know the Council is hungry, but my Minus Prime its not going to gobble up the party members of my ship. I haven't finished my appointment yet.
Commander: Why don't someone put you on a leash.
Commander: This fight won't last long, but with Really Tough Councils they can last for years.
Commander: Would you care for some nice battle music while we fight.
Commander: So, is the Council open to any possible negogiations or peace treaties in between exchanging blows?
Commander: Does the Council have a decoder, I can't make out what its saying between all those groans and shrieks and roars.
Commander: I don't think the Council is in a very good mood today.
Commander: I still can't believe we got sucked out of 8000 credits for entering this fight.
Commander: The Council Appointment turned out to be a Council fight.
Commander: Eww, that Council needs a good makeover
Commander: I think this council is dead, but its still moving.
Commander: Ouch, that hurt, keep your limbs to yourself.
Commander: Don't even think of taking any of my inventory.
Commander: Now this Council has met its match. Come and meet the C39 Battle Droid companion.
Commander: T6's stun gun aint working on the Council as well as we hoped.
Commander: Watch out T6, the Council is coming after you. Oooh that was close.
Commander: That is the last time I ever make an appointment with this Council.
Commander: Drat, we are stuck in the fight, we can't escape. I hate that in Rpg's. We should be allowed to leave and the save.
Commander: This is unfair, if we hit and just keep dodging the Council, its health bar after 10 minutes starts slowly recharging again.
Commander: Last thing I want is a bad council on my hands.
Commander: I guess the Council dosen't agree with me.
Commander: Dr. Thompson says the only way to get the Council it back to normal is to defeat it.
Commander: The C39 Battle Droid soon took care of that Council. Things are back to normal, Let's go talk to it.
Commander: Don't you even think of throwing those council books at me.