Leaning back into her pilot seat, a sigh rolls over Sethee's purple lips, as she stopps the Kleoni nex to a field of debris. Seems the intel about the recent imperial-rebel clash had been correct. Sethee should be happier, but it just wasn't her day: tonights dreams were really good, reality too bleak. "Nate. Jackal. Stop nagging, get out there." Giving her droids orders with a husky voice, she waits for them to fold their wings up from walking mode - but freezes as she glances at the radar.
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