"Thank you." Tarkin turned and strode off. His clothes were filthy, covered in dried blood and dirt, but he didn't want to waste a minute. The medbay would suffice for now, and then he'd get to work on the Phindian.
The Phindian turned to look at Sirejj as the guards grabbed her roughly. "Pretty thorough, this fellow. Is he a good employer?"
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