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"Alright PM, find us a entry point." She spoke in her thick rural Ryl accent to the droid perched on her shoulder, and it chirped a Binary response before leaping off her shoulder and hovering towards the high arched gates of the compound. The little homemade droid didn't have any weapon systems, but had more scanners, slicers, and socketed tools than a Treadwell repair droid. If anyone could get them into this ruin, he could.
Any signs of habitation, either by Twi'leks or Imps, had long been ground away by the sweeping sands of the Ryloth desert, leaving only a few defaced murals and rusting statues. If Pala'kwiwaran was the nostalgic type, she might have been saddened by such a destruction of Twi'lek culture. As it stood, she was more concerned about the profitability of this venture.
"Once we get inside I'll need you to take the lead. If the Imp defenses aren't still up then something else probably moved in. Ryloth isn't short on invasive wildlife." Security Droids, Lyleks, Gutkurrs, other Twi'leks, the list of potential hazards inside this base was longer than Pala's lekku, but so was the list of potential valuables, so Pala figured the risk was worth the reward. All they needed was for PM-1 to find them an opening.
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