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ALL KERA SEEMED TO recognise once she regained consciousness was that she was cold. In reality, there wasn't a time she could remember being so cold or maybe it was that she'd been on Tatooine for so many cycles in the blistering and burning heat that Kera had truly forgotten what it was to truly feel the weather.
Kera finally peeled her eyes open and she recognised the cockpit and that K-3SO was standing so startlingly close to her, it was ridiculous.
"You're awake!" The reprogrammed Imperial droid cheered, throwing its long sliver arms up in celebration. Kera blinked twice, gaining a semblance of what exactly had occurred.
"Y-Yes," Kera struggled to whisper, folding her arms across her chest in an attempt to keep herself warm. No matter how hard Kera tried, she wouldn't stop shivering and her teeth kept chattering together. The Frog Lady was glued to her chair, looking distressed and impatient. It was then when Kera flicked her gaze towards the pilot seat, she realised he was missing.
"W-Where's the M-Mandalorian?"
K-3SO was very quick with his response. "Down in the hull! Finding the Frog Lady's eggs! And getting blankets!"
"Why a-are you s-so e-enthusiastic?" Kera mumbled standing from her seat. She'd have to get moving. She'd have to venture down to the hull of the Razor Crest to find her leather rucksack and apply layers in order to keep warm and stay alive.
"The tin can said so."
Kera snorted, it seemed too silly to hear such a thing. "Why-y?"
K-3SO seemed a little too sombre, sad in his recount of the previous events which Kera really wished she could have seen. "I said we were doomed. I was told be to be more enthusiastic. I took the tin can's advice."
"Ha. That's. . . likely," Kera mumbled, her voice flaring with sarcasm, her cold fingers tucking her lengthy raven tresses behind her ears. "Uh, I'll go down, and er, help the M-Mandalorian."
Kera disappeared from the cockpit, climbing down the ladder and onto the floor of the hull. Whirling on her feet and narrowing her eyes at the mess that laid before her, Kera managed to eye her rucksack. Kera trampled before it fixing it upright, her fingers nimbly drawing the knotted ties undone.
