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“So you’re the pilot,” Traya studied him up and down. She wasn’t happy that she was assigned a pilot for her mission, she hated relying on someone else, but she had to play the part of a wealthy heiress. “I assume you were filled in on the mission.”

“Your point being, young Dameron?”

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Rocket took one look at the guy and rolled his eyes, couldn’t he be more original? “You’re arraignment's outta alignment, an’ ya core relay is firin’ the wrong cylinders. It’s a wonder ya even made it ta the ground without it fallin’ apart around ya.” Of course that was just his professional opinion.

“What do you mean ‘what happened to me;’? That’s all you, Poe,” Qui-Gon said, gesturing to his back as he debated putting his shirt back on before getting in the pool. “It didn’t look as noticeable in the fresher mirror before we left,” he grumbled as he noticed that other people were staring. 

*slams fists on the table* YES?

Carwyn hurriedly backed away a foot or two, eyeing Poe like he was about to stab Carwyn next or something.  “What the kriff are you doing?!”

“And what is this to be more precise?” the zabrak asked with a almost bored look to his face, keeping his gaze on the other man.