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Message: <blockquote data-quote="dpdx" data-source="post: 1068435" data-attributes="member: 188">Tucked away within arm's reach of the singer, Ryn recuperates for a minute and takes out his datapad, crafting an entry:Today was a serious time. We finally found the girl, but not before yours truly, among others, took a blaster bolt to the gut from a mincing, sniveling sub-moff. Once again, I did my part - we wasted a stormtrooper detail, including the officer, and bagged a transport with blasters only - but the victory seems hollow now. The girl is next to me, with a serious injury and several medpacs for her trouble.Imperials are bastards, 'Sina. Don't let anyone tell you differently. We found the girl cuffed to a bulwark on the transport we brought down, bleeding, broken and nearly dead. Even if she was an Alliance agent, she didn't deserve this treatment.My new group, you'd love 'em. We have a former gnarkrheiwee (but he's not a bad guy), a former history professor, a kid from the Outer Rim somewhere who's decent in a fight, but great behind a console, a protocol droid with a mean streak when he needs it, an Ithorian who had my back when it counted, and me - some lucky Maw baby who likes to fly ships. Not to mention the folks we left behind: a whole band, a poor couple who thought they were going to do archaeology, and a shuttle pilot who'd die of fright if we weren't around. We're good so far - bloodied, but alive.This is my vow: One day, I will be the scourge of the Empire. Stormtroopers will fear me. Pasty little officers of the Imperial Navy will choke on their t'bac at the sound of my name. I will avenge the deaths of freedom-loving sentients thousandfold. With my comrades and my family at my side, I will send whole fleets to the vacuum.And I will not rest until the Empire takes its last breath from underneath my bootheel.My reward will be contentment for the rest of my days, a ship that travels freely throughout the Galaxy, carrying any and all manner of cargo, and my entire line at my side, enduring until the very end.On this I stake my existence, so help me Father.I need to rest, and we probably need to move, before the Empire sends more knobheads to annoy me.Invincibly yours,Ryn</blockquote>

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