There are at least two dozen droids in the hanger, some patrolling, others stationary.
Ibani smiles at Ben as he touches her hip and she opens her eyes. The smile turns to a frown suddenly as she senses two Jedi approaching. One of them, one of them she knows.
"Nomar Organa," she growls. "I let the karking bastard live twenty years ago, and now here we are." There is a small stab of guilt at the fact that she let him live. It might not have made any difference, of course, and there's no way of knowing what might have been, but even so...
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Date: 2020-07-30 11:31 pm (UTC)Ibani smiles at Ben as he touches her hip and she opens her eyes. The smile turns to a frown suddenly as she senses two Jedi approaching. One of them, one of them she knows.
"Nomar Organa," she growls. "I let the karking bastard live twenty years ago, and now here we are." There is a small stab of guilt at the fact that she let him live. It might not have made any difference, of course, and there's no way of knowing what might have been, but even so...