Ginger pulls a shard of durasteel out of his thigh, and tosses it aside with a grimace,
"Well, hopefully that's for the best. I don't want an enamored merc taking me anywhere. From what I could tell in orbit, the Imperial base is a few clicks North from our position. Hope you two don't mind hoofin' it a little."
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