[centre][h2][colour=6A5ACD]Neb[/colour][/h2][/centre]
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Neb woke with an annoyed grunt as the ship touched down. [colour=6A5ACD][i]Gamorria already?[/i][/colour] She thought with a yawn. [colour=6A5ACD][i]Damn…[/i][/colour] She’d been running on too little sleep as it was the past few days, and she’d been looking forward to catching up on it, but that was obviously not to be. Standing, she stretched before picking up her F-11 from where she’d stowed it, and slung it over a shoulder.

Following, what she was pretty sure was a Jedi and his apprentice, off ship, Neb reached into her coat for her bottle of Jet Juice. Taking a swig, she stashed the bottle once more and tuned out Gallowin. She’d heard the ‘hardass military commander’ bit so many times it was just background noise. Once the holomaps had been handed out, she took a look at it before dropping it into her bag. Standing there, waiting for the job to kick off in earnest, she sighed before noticing a figure approaching. [colour=6A5ACD][i]Shit,[/i][/colour] She thought, looking over the woman as she walked up. [colour=6A5ACD][i]Things must be bad on the ground it they’re willing to hire locals…cute though.[/i][/colour]

Nodding in acknowledgement, she gave Jadia a smile. [colour=6A5ACD]”Neb’cezi, or just ‘Neb’ for short. You our tour guide?”[/colour] She quipped.
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