Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

(groans, exhales)

Comm chatter has our ship's signature on a wanted list.

thanks to the generosity of the new Galactic Empire.

You mess with the kid, you mess with me. (growls)

That's why I'm the supervisor.

She went down into the maintenance tunnels. Head northwest, at 155.

Echo: No, no, no. You can't be serious.

We don't have enough fuel, and we are also entirely out of rations.

But Idaflor's not even inhabited.

Well, it's not technically a ship at the moment.

You heard him. I am back in charge. Follow me.

Omega: Hello, there.

Come on. This way.

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