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The orchestra director tore through the streets of Coruscant, his legs working far faster than his brain. It was only when he narrowly skidded to a stop before a deep chasm that it occurred to him that bolting had been a very bad idea.
But who could blame him? Anyone would’ve panicked! He was being chased by a Jedi! They were a younger Jedi, that tell-tale braid swaying from their head, but they still had a very deadly laser sword!
“I said,” he finally gasped out in his defense, “that I had a lot of experience working with Bith! Bith!”