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"Shit, shit, shit!" Cerelia screamed, shielding her eyes with both hands as she found herself imagining she was on another planet, far, far away from the situation she was in.
The Razor Crest soars through space with a lone starfighter racing after it, steaming hot on their heels. Cerelia knew that the ship was old, having been around before the Empire. She doubted its ability to outrun a brand new starfighter. If Mando couldn't tell from her stressed posture, he could tell from her nonstop panic.
The starfighter fired blasts off back to back, narrowly missing the Razor Crest. If Cerelia didn't have a thing against bounty hunters before, she definitely did now!
The crazy bastard had the nerve to demand over an intercom that Mando hand the baby and her over to him. Like hell, he would!
Well, she wasn't too sure he wouldn't if he believed he would get a fair exchange, but with the price on her head and the child's, there weren't many people in the galaxy who could afford them.
"Hand over the child, Mando." the man on the comlink ordered. Not a chance, buddy! Not while he's with me! Cerelia defended in her mind, which was soaring as fast as the Crest with as much zig-zagging as they were doing.
