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twelve_not_fourteenHello Nexus.
Perhaps your day begins with a trip to the nearest coffee house. An early morning jog. Maybe you’re on your way to work. A trip to the market so you can make a fresh breakfast. Whatever you’re up to, it’s early.
The sun is just beginning to peek out over the horizon, lighting the forum in a cobalt hue. It’s still coldthanks for that Reynard and there’s a layer of frost on the ground that the Captain’s boots are digging into.
Grunting. Panting. Pushing. Han Solo appears to be shoving a personal sized, but heavily rusted vehicle from his home galaxy through the forum of the Nexus. At a glance, the abused machine looks like it is not likely to ever run again, but one upon a time, it glided over terra at incredible speeds.
He curses in half a dozen languages.
“Where is a Bantha when you need one?”
Perhaps your day begins with a trip to the nearest coffee house. An early morning jog. Maybe you’re on your way to work. A trip to the market so you can make a fresh breakfast. Whatever you’re up to, it’s early.
The sun is just beginning to peek out over the horizon, lighting the forum in a cobalt hue. It’s still cold
Grunting. Panting. Pushing. Han Solo appears to be shoving a personal sized, but heavily rusted vehicle from his home galaxy through the forum of the Nexus. At a glance, the abused machine looks like it is not likely to ever run again, but one upon a time, it glided over terra at incredible speeds.
He curses in half a dozen languages.
“Where is a Bantha when you need one?”
