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"If you want to, I can pilot the ship to where the distress call is coming from. All you have to do is tell me where to go."
"Well, this is a big ship, and might draw some more unwanted attention. Thanks for the offer though.", Varik said to Vlalkor.
"You know I've got your back, let's go."
''I'm always in for another adventure, mate.''
"Alright then, let's go.", Varik said, as he walked down the boarding ramp, and back onto sand. Unsurprisingly, the bodies of their previous conflict still littered the streets. They scoured numerous buildings and alleys - searching for a way of quicker travel. After bursting into a large garage, they saw numerous speeder bikes.
Varik jumped onto one of the bikes, and drove into the approximate direction of where the message originated from.
"Say, Light, doesn't this bring back memories?", Varik asked Light, remembering all of the mercenaries that he and Light cut down shortly before he left for Onderon.
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