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Silhar:
Visions slowly fade away. There's no more stormtroopers around... except one bloody clone, mocking at him. Vincent is back in the jungle. His throat is sore, his head seems to burn from inside, his lips are dry...
He slowly stands up, making use of Jedi's hand.
"Thank you.", he whispers silently, smiling, but not without fatigue.
Then, he grabs a blaster from the ground and raises his head, weakly clutching the weapon in his hand.

Gargulec:
'Let us get going' the zabrak commandeered. 'We've wasted enough time here.'

She led you through obscure pathways to the wrecked coreship. With her guidance, you were able to reach it much sooner than you would on your own.

Standing next to the ship made it look enormously big, towering over you and obscuring the sun. You could clearly see many burns and breaches on the hull- clones did a good job bringing it down.

'Let me welcome you to the little, humble place I dare to call home' said Triz, smirking. She pointed you towards one of the breaches, placed so continently that it allowed you to get inside.

To your surprise, despite all the damage and time that has passed since this ship was in use, interior was still lit by dim, red emergency lights.

'CIS built this ships really robust' explained Triz. 'And with a reliable power plant.

After a while, you reached the CIC of the ship. Apparently, your guide has adopted it to serve as a habitat, for you could see many boxes of food rations and a two sleeping bags stuffed in the corner, along with numerous other personal items scattered all over the room. Quiet buzz of the machinery indicated that at least portion of it was still working.

Xander Morhaime:
"Charming place," CX muttered under his breath. "I don't think we'll be staying long, though. The sooner we get to that trader and acquire the parts we need, the sooner we can continue on our way. Though I will admit we will probably need more supplies for the journey. Water, at least. And he," at this point, he pointed at the rebel, "isn't going to be much use without medical attention."

Silhar:
"Don't >>he<< me, guy. I'm not going to recover quickly if you keep to piss me off like that, got it ? And without me you are not going to get those fraggin' parts for that damned wreck.", hissed the Rebel, crouching somewhere in the corner of the room. He coughed heavily, almost spitting blood out of his lungs.

Xander Morhaime:
"I somehow doubt you managed to lift some money off the prison ship before it blew," CX replied, looking back at the rebel, "and while I'm no expert, I do not expect you to fetch much of a price if I were to sell or trade you for the parts we need. If anything, your current use is as a distraction to any other local wildlife we may meet along the way."

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