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http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?searchall=Star+Wars%3A+Fortune+HunterYour R-22 and your H-Wing successfully dock with the Lion’s Share. You can already see the massive amounts of scrap metal piled up in the cargo hold for now, probably more than enough for quite a few mods and addons. But of course right now, that’s nothing compared to the Inquisitors that want to ask you some questions. “Uh, Misri, Lev-“ The ship shakes a little. Uh oh. Sounds like they docked. “Misri, stay in the cockpit!” You hop out and hurry onto the catwalk, ripping off your helmet and your life support harness.
“Why?” she asks over the comms. “What’s going-“
You rush through the door out of the cargo bay. “Just stay in the cockpit, do not move!” Okay, think think think. The Inquisitors docked with your ship faster than you could make up an excuse to get away from them. Maybe you could just kick them back onto their ship?
…
That’s optimistic thinking.
Okay, think, think. You hurry over to the escape pod docking hatch. You just need to-
The hatch opens up, and stepping in are the two Sisters. They look over at you as your hand overs the door controls. “… were you just about to lock us out of your ship?” they both ask.
You shrug. “Well, hey, a ship is a man’s home, you can’t just waltz in uninvited.” Smooth. You can’t see any look of contempt or disgust beneath their masks, but you sure can feel it.
“Come with us aboard our ship,” they say. “We only mean to ask you a few questions. Perhaps we may even be able to cooperate on something, as…” They look up and down your body. “… beneath us as you are.”
> “Fine, let’s talk.”> “I don’t know, maybe we can talk in my quarters instead.”> “I’d rather you get off my ship.” 