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“You there, Sunstreaker.”
Sideswipe sighed, but not loudly enough to earn a beating, as their owner called him by the wrong name again. “I’m Sideswipe, sir.”
“Right, Sideswipe. Someday I’ll be able to tell you apart.” their owner waved dismissively, underscoring that it had been six vorns since he had purchased the twins and he still didn’t know Sideswipe from Sunstreaker, and could barely distinguish them from the third slave in their pen. “Tigertrack didn’t survive his last match. Clean up and take his place in the rotation.”
Oh. Well, at least he and Sun wouldn’t be mistaken for him again.
“Yes, sir.” Sideswipe stood, careful not to wake his twin. Sunstreaker had his own round of fights later in the day.
