Level 1313
Through the t-visor she watched the speeders fly by back and forth in traffic lines. Arms crossed over her chest the Mandalorian scowled underneath the helmet. Gripping her arms tightly Minerva restrained herself from screaming in fury. They will suffer for what they have done. I’m going to kill every kriffing one responsible.
Taking a deep breath and releasing it Minerva with the left hand pulled out a holoprojector. Activating it the Mandalorian soon glanced upon a figure clad in similar armor but minus the helmet. It was a dark haired human in his late twenties with stubble beard. His confident smile stared back at Minerva, reflecting off her visor.
Her left hand shaking she forced herself to stop before whispering in Mandalorian. “Ner cyare Ni graoti'r gar.” In order to focus away from the grief Minerva looked at the speeder truck from behind that she stole a rotation ago. It was basically a flying brick which actually served the purpose she had in mind.
All that was needed now for her fellow Mandalorian to arrive as they agreed upon through transmission.
@Die Shize
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