[ mara stills momentarily at the sight of it, her hand reaching up to trail along the hull a bit as she moves slowly up the ramp. nostalgia swells in her breast, memories of good days and bad days, but more than anything family.
it's a nostalgia that turns into a painful knot quickly. ] Where's Chewie?
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it's a nostalgia that turns into a painful knot quickly. ] Where's Chewie?