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Her jacket hung loose against her small frame while she made her toward the cargo bay.  With a glance, one knew it was made for someone much larger than her. She remembered the day her father handed it to her. Right before the Empire took him away. The jacket was heavy, not in the sense but of the life and duty it had seen. It smelled of oil from the shop and memories that she had long forgotten. It was a reminder of home and of why she was here in the first place. How she wished it was a different ship. 

She stepped into the cargo bay, noticing the scattered containers. Could this place be any more disorganized? Her eyebrows raised, stepping past the pilot who seemed to have an interest in one particular crate. Leaning up against a stack nearby, her ankles cross as the canister hissed open. Her eyes shot open, noticing the armor that he had just revealed. 

[color=ff0000] “You told her yet, Kid?” [/color]

Aellyn stood straight, her eyes going from the mech then back to the Pilot. Questions that needed answer filled her mind as the older man made his presence known. 

[color=AE91B8] “What? Why would he tell me anything? I’m the detour, remember? I didn’t even know we were going to Lotho until fifteen minutes ago?  [/color]

To say she was pissed was an understatement. What the heck kind of a job are they running? [color=AE91B8] “Someone better fill me in quick because with that armor and the ship codes. I gotta bad feeling about this.” [/color]
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