We are legends of Aventress, pilots to your stations, sink your cores, fire up the engines and prepare for launch.

This is Walt for eternity.

Love rages in my heart, blazing through the endless sky.

I follow you across the stars far beyond the new. The barrel of a gem tech blaster is levied at you across the stars from beyond the new.

The barrel of a Gemtech blaster is levied at you as the Saurak pilot glares at you.

The panels and equipment in the cockpit she stands on is broken and sparking.

The impact was brutal.

You now see a torn pant leg and long, deep cracks run along her right

shin. She seems to wince in pain as she speaks. Don't get any closer,

Empire scum! All right, don't do anything hasty.

You might be able to take out one or two of us before we get to you, but you'll never survive.

Don't make a move, or I'll put around right through your forehead.

You are an enemy of the Empire.

Why should we not attack you?

You're in the middle of the crater jungle. You'll be torn apart in seconds, and reinforcements will be here any moment.

Putting your pistol down, you're outnumbered. Do we have like side arms on us?

Do we have like our weapons?

What's the situation there?

You would have, I think, on the side

of your Rook pilot suits.

You're

probably a, like

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