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

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

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

Come on. This way.

But Idaflor's not even inhabited.

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

Omega: Hello, there.

That's why I'm the supervisor.

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

thanks to the generosity of the new Galactic Empire.

Security: Be advised, a public disturbance has been reported

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

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

(groans, exhales)