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“Home sweet home,” she said as she stepped over the threshold.
“At least until the Empire comes knocking at your door. Again.”
She fixed her droid companion with a look.
“What? Don’t pretend like we’re going to be here for very long. The Empire will decide it wants this backwater planet, along with everything else, and then off you’ll go, to make a new start. It’s the sixth time since you picked me up, and who knows how many times there were before that.”
“Well,” she said, tossing her bags to the corner of the room. Maybe somewhat to her companion’s point, she didn’t do much to unpack. “It’s better than the alternative. And I did offer to wipe your memory and drop you off with some plain, unobtrusive family somewhere that could use an extra hand. They would probably stay in one place for you.”
The droid made a derisive noise, a grinding, unpleasant, and fully mechanical thing that ill-suited its make as a protocol droid. “I’d rather get melted down in an Imperial incinerator than be a common assistant.” The again was left implied.
“There you go, then,” she said. “So we’ll keep going, as we always do.”