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Aileen had been drifting in (unknow to her) Mandalorian space for six weeks now; she quietly savored the end of her last ration packet that she had in her escape pod with her while fingering her B-8R pistol. She was scared about starvation soon because this last pack had needed to last 5 days.
She jumped when her drifting pod lurched, then began to move backwards. She grabbed the pistol off of her lap and bit her lip, then thought about her appearance. Her hair was greasy, long, and matted with dried mud, while her body was streaked with dirt and dried mud; she hadn't had any way to clean herself since she crawled out of a swamp 6 weeks ago.
She didn't know what to expect, so she put her pistol to a non-lethal setting and hesitantly pointed it towards the pod's access hatch. He pod stopped moving and settled, then the hatch opened, revealing somebody. She shot and missed, then gasped a bit when the person entered the pod.
She jumped when her drifting pod lurched, then began to move backwards. She grabbed the pistol off of her lap and bit her lip, then thought about her appearance. Her hair was greasy, long, and matted with dried mud, while her body was streaked with dirt and dried mud; she hadn't had any way to clean herself since she crawled out of a swamp 6 weeks ago.
She didn't know what to expect, so she put her pistol to a non-lethal setting and hesitantly pointed it towards the pod's access hatch. He pod stopped moving and settled, then the hatch opened, revealing somebody. She shot and missed, then gasped a bit when the person entered the pod.
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