Ures’vn Bralor stood behind the pallet that was filled edge to edge and then some with crates and luggage bags. Judging from the sheer amount of Tiila’s things Durga had sent out it didn’t take much to determine that he wasn’t expecting to see her again. Not for a long time. The T3-E7 utility droid whistled and beeped as it rolled around the pallet before stopping at his feet.
Bralor looked down into shining ocular lens that tilted up toward him. “Either we take it up the ramp, or haul it from the lift through the whole fedding ship.” The Mandalorian looked back over his shoulder, beading in on the few figures behind them, Durga’s men watching them. “Saddle up, old man. I think we need to split.”
The pair of them moved to the front of the pallet...Read More