SPICE TERMINUS, P-18
Most of the flight, he would keep conversation to whatever she was comfortable with, not wanting to draw on her nerves. Max, however, would be able to feel the tinge of exhaustion pulling at the young mans body. It had been no secret that he had been burning at both ends for his injured friends and the Order. It was unclear if it was just a chip that he felt he needed to carry, or something more.
"Alright, Master, so what are the rules of engagement for this op? Standard don't fire unless fired upon? Or.. is this secretly some enemy stronghold and I miraculously dressed for the right occasion?" He'd look over to Buddy, a droid he thought he was starting to understand more, unless he was just slowly drifting into madness, which was always a possibility. "Buddy, you're looking sporty, Pal. Max give you some upgrades?"
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