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Esta era a sua jornada, ela não sabia para onde ir e nem sabia por onde deveria começar, apenas sabia que deveria continuar seu trabalho, que não gostava tanto de saquear navios antigos de eras passadas , então ela se viu com as ferramentas em mãos tentando arrancar o casco de um velho esconderijo Correliana que ali jazia com danos irreversíveis, dados os rasgos em sua carroceria e buracos na parte traseira travou uma intensa batalha antes de cair neste solitário mundo, por isso continuou a tentar abrir o casco.
Depois de abrir um novo buraco na corveta, ela conseguiu entrar na corveta, a princípio não esperava encontrar algo útil dentro, mas mesmo assim quis arriscar encontrar algo, para ver se encontrava algo que pudesse ajudá-la. ganhar. uma renda extra, mesmo que não fosse tão grande, enquanto caminhava pelos corredores da nave, tirando do caminho os fios expostos que pendiam do teto em ruínas, lembrou-se das palavras de seu pai "O 'lixo' de um homem é o ouro de outro homem . outro" talvez isso se aplique a ela se ela tiver alguma sorte.

 

[Phill|P.S]

After walking inside that old Corvette Corelliana I found a door that was still functional, well, partially functional because it only opened halfway and I had to push it to open it so I entered one of the rooms which appeared to belong to the former captain of the vessel, via a holo-projector showing its bluish rays trembling while projecting an image of a beautiful lady and a child at her side, they seemed to be the wife and child or child of the deceased, however, there was no body there but with a closer look at the junkyard found nothing less than an old trunk which remained sealed leaning against the corner of the room, approaching it the young woman took one of her tools and broke the lock of it thus revealing an old RSKF-44 Heavy Blaster Pistol with a different dye, its left hand was a caramel tone while its barrel painted in crimson however its "drum" painted in a light gray bringing a highlight to it even, on the butt written the name "Fall of the Desperate".

The young woman was already outside the downed ship after finishing her final scan, so she kept that weapon for herself as a souvenir and later tested it when necessary, something she hoped was not necessary because she does not appreciate unnecessary violence as much as they think, after that she decided to finish her work and dismantle that ship that already belonged to someone, that was once her home sweet home at some point in her happy or decadent journey.