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[OOM: Sabine finds her own mission, gets some help within Milliways from Jay and the drones, and then takes action. Warning for references to slavery and electric shocks.]

Sabine wakes the next day feeling terrible...funny how being shocked a far number of times can stick around. Mouth dry and muscles aching, she's glad to find Milliways instead of the main passageway of the Ghost. Sometime to recop before facing her fellow crew members would be good. So caf and breakfast (something that kind of looks like triangular waffles) in hand, she heads to the fireplace to try and wake up.

Later, after eating and drinking a few cups of caf, she's got her sketchbook and pigments out. Is she drawing you?

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Ibani has never had a pet before, and so is unaware of their tendency to escape such things as harnesses and get into mischief.

The baby Blurrg is intrigued by the smell of the waffle looking things. It stretches as far as it can, straining to reach Sabine's plate and pull the food close enough to grab.

Oh dear.

Sabine normally wouldn't mind, but her nerves are a little frayed right now.

Which is a way of saying she jumps when the reptilian snot appears above the tables edge. Once she assesses that the creature means no harm, she scowls at herself--such the brave Mando, jumping at a pup lizard thing. Trusting the creature to know it's diet, she snags one of the waffle things and tosses it over.

"You got a master little guy?"

Force only knows if it's old enough to eat solid food yet, but the waffle vanishes into its enormous mouth anyway. The blurrg makes a pleased churring sort of noise and leans into one of Sabine's legs.

"There you are!" says a faintly exasperated voice. "How DID you get out of that harness, you don't even have manipulatory appendages?!"

Ibani is wearing a khaki top, pants and boots, nothing extraordinary. Well, unless you count what looks an awful lot like a lightsaber on one hip.

"I hope he wasn't bothering you?" she asks Sabine.

Sabine shakes her head and swallows a bite of food. "Not at all, just surprised me is all. Sneaky critter, huh?"

She reaches for another bit of food and ends up putting her utensil down to cover her hands trembling.

"He seems to be, certainly," Ibani answers, chuckling.

Then she notices Sabine's hands trembling. Well, that's a perfectly valid cue for a non Force sensitive to notice, right?

"I think you might have a problem other than this little fellow I could help with, yes?" Because announcing to a stranger that you know they're hurt could seem like a threat.

Sabine clutches her hand into a fist and pulls it into her lap.

With a smile and a shrug (totally playing it cool), she says. "I'll be fine. Just got a few too many shocks. Ran into some slavers and had to teach them they needed a new trade."

"Ah," there's old remembered pain in Ibani's eyes and one hand goes to her neck. "I know what that feels like."

Then she smiles, sharp. "And I am fiercely glad that you've convinced them of the error of their ways." It's...likely that she's reading Sabine's statement as 'I killed them all'.

"The period after the shocks can be tricky, especially if you've gotten many of them close together. Nerve damage. I'd recommend seeing someone with medical skills, just in case."

Sabine is okay with that assessment. She didn't get them all, she shared with the other freed slaves got most of them. Still, a couple slavers survived the fight and were stranded on a moon with an atmosphere.

"I'll keep that in mind. I think I'll give it a few more hours though. The shakes have gone down. I'm Sabine Wren."

"Nice to meet you Sabine Wren, I'm called Ibani."

"This is going to sound like an odd question, but WHEN are you from?"

"Not so odd given the nature of this place," Sabine replies and then gives a date placing her a few years before the battle of Yavin.

Ibani shakes her head, bemused. "Almost everyone from my universe seems to be from at least three thousand years in my future."

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