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ACT i. there's no 'I will leave you for dead' in team. CHAPTER xii. ❛ FEE, FI, FO, FUM, I GET THE SENSE THAT WE BETTER RUN. ❜
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krill farm, sorgan. 9 ABY.
"THEY'RE HERE! THEY'RE HERE!" THE CHILDREN'S VOICES squealed with glee as they swarmed the cargo sled. Such noise was quick to disturb anyone's sleep. So, all in unison, the back-seat drifters awoke with surprise. Immediately, Lia's eyes flickered open and she lunged for her blade. As she did so, the children squealed some more and the Mandalorian's hands were quick to reassure the girl. And when she finally snapped back into reality, she sighed and crashed back down onto the floor.
"Bad dream?" Cara asked, hopping out of the sled.
Lia almost laughed as she rubbed her eyes. "Bad memories."
When the human trio leapt out of the sled, they each decided to take up the opportunity of scoping out their new home. From where the drivers had parked, the view of the farm was practically monumental. A vast blanket of land was laid out before them, hinting at the promise of fresh food. Amongst the sea of grass, wooden huts and other assortments stood flimsily. There were several trails of smoke as the farmers cooked strings of krill above the campfires. However, the most gripping aspect of the farm was it's inhabitants. Though small, the community was clearly tight-knight. An unrelated family of survivors, subsequently perturbed from their recent attacks.
