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Xander Morhaime:
"Spies would have come better-prepared," CX observed, then turned to Vince. "Honestly, you tell me to bring all these guns, but then you get the bright idea to only bring enough medicals that we use a third of the stuff up keeping you from coughing up all your blood in one go on the first night planetside. And I haven't had a proper meal since we left the ship, either. You just had to get us stranded on Felucia of all places, didn't you," he growled.

CX's armour of course still had the unmistakeable shape of that of a stormtrooper, but his trip through the swamp had left a very noticeable mark on it... the markings he'd added before they left their hiding spot only added to giving it a feel of a captured prize, rather than regulation uniform.

Silhar:
The Rebel turned on his heel.
"Oh yeah ? Listen up, stubberscum, if we'll ever find ourselves ONCE AGAIN in a situation like this, YOU take care of recovering medicals instead of guns. I know you are able to think clearly when the ceiling caves in AND flames burst out everywhere ! I'll take the firing back part on me. At least I shoot to kill, not to warn. One warning, okay, but whole three bursts ?! Fucking sensible, dude !", he howled in response, showing how much "angry" he is.

"My apologize for my personal bodyguard, boys. He's none too bright, knows nothing about survival and is a bit too cheeky. I promise I'll kick his ass as soon as we are outta here.", he continued, turning his back on the stormtrooper.

Xander Morhaime:
"If it wasn't for me, *your* ass would've been critter food yesterday," CX reminded his "employer".

Silhar:
"Yeah, yeah, thanks. Your debt is almost paid.", the Rebel sneers, then turns again to the guardsmen, facing them with a weak smile. A stream of sweat goes down the side of his head.

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