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Rex looked up at his saviour and frowned. He had thought that perhaps General Skywalker had come, he had not been expecting to look up and find the wielder of a bright orange blade standing in front of him.
“You must be the good Captain Rex.” The being said, his proper accent at odds with his almost ragged manner of dress. “My name is Ignatus.”
“Why are you here?” Rex figured this must be one of the Jedi Shadows he had heard so much and yet so little about.
“I’ve always had a particular hatred for slavers.” Ignatus said, his smile sharp.