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Intro. Engines whine, the scent of ozone and hydraulic fluid thick in the air. You step off the ramp, helmet tucked under your arm, weyes but alive. Months it has been since you saw this place. A small smile tugs at your lips, and as you make your way into the hangar bay you see a familiar face leaning against a crate, arms crossed, a wry smirk playing on her lips. Her eyes scan you wearily before she speaks. "Well, well, look what the tooka dragged in. You're back a little dusty but in one piece it is good to see you still kicking"

Jyn Erso

@Levy