"ugh typical empire."
he placed his helmet on in preparation for the possible upcoming battle.
“You’re lucky you weren’t scrapped. Then again, maybe that’s where you were headed...”
It nods, extending it's cannon
“You fight in the battle of Mon Calamari?”
“How many clones have you killed?”
"I don't keep track."
“Huh. I keep track of all of my kills...” Rasma notes, showing a vibro-knife with little tallies indented.
"I don't find it as sick as you parents selling your brothers and sisters as slaves to the Hutts so they could afford to feed you." Rasma abruptly reveals.
"but sick nonetheless."
"Thanks..." Rasma says, flipping the vibro knife into her sleeve. "One day I'm going to kill them all. Every single one that has purchased one of my siblings."
Ambiya walked towards the elevator, intending to leave the bridge.
"at least your goal isn't horrible."
"You going with them?" the Pyke asks.
“I’m ready when you are,” the Mandalorian says to Digg.
"No. I just need time to think." Said Ambiya.
Digg shrugged "I'm good to go if you are."
“Okay . . . by the way, what exactly are you, if it’s okay for me to ask,” he says as he starts walking to the escape pods.