Several transmissions were beamed to this ship by Rebel spies.
A screen which echoes the user’s typing, displays text messages, contacts and more.
You’re all clear, kid.
I want to come with you to Alderaan.
The swallow may fly south with the sun, and the house martin or the plover may seek warmer climes in winter, yet these are not strangers to our land.
You mean it controls your actions?
You weren’t on any mercy mission this time.
How am I supposed to fight?
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