[The camera cuts on to reveal a very displeased looking young woman who looks, for those who might recognize the features, like a rather curious mixture of one Han Solo and one Leia Organa.
She stares at the screen for a second, as though expecting it to do something else and, when it doesn't, she just sighs heavily and mutters something that probably isn't meant to be heard by young ears before looking back to the camera once more.]
For the record, this entire situation is a giant, steaming pile of bantha poodoo. [Please, ask what she means by that. Go ahead. Ask.]
If someone's programmed a ship to kidnap people, the least they can do is program it to kidnap the right people. Bringing me here without my brother? [A slight shake of her head and the slow twist of her features into a dangerous looking smirk.] That never ends well.
[There's a pause but, nope, she isn't about to explain what she means by that. Instead she gives a resigned sigh, her expression fades into one of reluctance, and she finally gets to her real point for all of this.]
And now that I have that off my chest, where can I help out around here? If I'm going to be stuck on this floating pile of space junk, I guess I should pull my weight. [Not to mention, this place is going to get old, fast, if she doesn't stay busy.]
She stares at the screen for a second, as though expecting it to do something else and, when it doesn't, she just sighs heavily and mutters something that probably isn't meant to be heard by young ears before looking back to the camera once more.]
For the record, this entire situation is a giant, steaming pile of bantha poodoo. [Please, ask what she means by that. Go ahead. Ask.]
If someone's programmed a ship to kidnap people, the least they can do is program it to kidnap the right people. Bringing me here without my brother? [A slight shake of her head and the slow twist of her features into a dangerous looking smirk.] That never ends well.
[There's a pause but, nope, she isn't about to explain what she means by that. Instead she gives a resigned sigh, her expression fades into one of reluctance, and she finally gets to her real point for all of this.]
And now that I have that off my chest, where can I help out around here? If I'm going to be stuck on this floating pile of space junk, I guess I should pull my weight. [Not to mention, this place is going to get old, fast, if she doesn't stay busy.]
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