Sabine sat on her bed and laid back. She was tired after her last mission. She tossed her comlink on her bedside table but it fell. She got out of bed, her sockless feet slamming the ground and picked it up. That’s when she notices you waving your arms.
“I’m saved!” You think.
She picks you up.
“So little guy, you think you can infest my room like that?” She asks rhetorically. “On Mandalore, we don’t deal with bugs so kindly. It is a tradition to torture our intruders. So I’m afraid that it’s your unlucky day.” Sabine then decides to...
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