[Boba ducks his head to hide a grin.] Slave I is the last of her kind. Someone has to know how to fix her.
[And upgrade her. He feels a sudden rush of homesickness, remembering the long hours he’s spent working on Slave I or even just sitting in the cockpit, listening to the dull hum of the engines. He can live with not seeing his galaxy for another few months; he just wants his ship.]
That’ll work, [he says, his gaze on the sketch growing wistful.] It’ll be good to see her again. Even if it is just a copy.
[He frowns and gives a slight shake of his head. There’s no point getting sentimental, especially not in front of a near-stranger.] So. How do we start?
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[And upgrade her. He feels a sudden rush of homesickness, remembering the long hours he’s spent working on Slave I or even just sitting in the cockpit, listening to the dull hum of the engines. He can live with not seeing his galaxy for another few months; he just wants his ship.]
That’ll work, [he says, his gaze on the sketch growing wistful.] It’ll be good to see her again. Even if it is just a copy.
[He frowns and gives a slight shake of his head. There’s no point getting sentimental, especially not in front of a near-stranger.] So. How do we start?