"What lessons does one take from their past?"
"It wasn't a request."
"I never thought it was."
"Then why do you carry yourself like you're making a demand?"
"I'm highly entitled."
"Honesty isn't common among the Sith."
"I never really fit in with the rest of them."
"Dark robes and a taste for the pretentious…"
"Do not."
"Fine."
"Besides, the entire galaxy wants me dead anyway. If I still had half the spirit I once did as a Sith, I'd already be halfway to Jutrand."
"That, or you'd be dead."
"I've realized I rather enjoy having my head on my shoulders."
"Couldn't agree more, Miss Sith. Now—do you have the functioning power cores?"
"Reverse-engineered, yes. They're Rakatan, so you'll need to slot them in correctly once you reach the old relay. The sequence is written on the back of the note. Contact me once the expedition is complete. Otherwise, I don't think you're going to like what happens next."
"And that would be?"
"Eventually, the corrupted automated systems will register you as part of the slave races and begin dispatching ancient hunter-killer droids. Wave after wave. Their objective will be to collect your head. You'll need me to access the system and ensure you survive."
"And how exactly am I supposed to trust you not to abandon me and my crew to those insane droids?"
"That's the entertaining part. You can't. Fitting, really. No one ever truly trusted me anyway."
"You better not screw me over here, Serina."
"I assure you, if I wanted you dead now, I would have done it already."
"Alright. I'll take these. I'm going out on a limb for you."
"I appreciate it, Macklin. Try not to get yourself killed."
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"The key word was 'now.' I'm rather curious to see how effective those droids are at killing you."
