"Sounds fair... for now. And for now... I don't need a ship. I need information. And that means... sticking around here until something turns up."
She withdrew from the underside of her belt a folded up piece of parchment paper. On it, there was a picture that bore a great resemblance to Zoroka. Only her skin was shaded darker, there was a deep scar that ran from her left eye to the right cover of her mouth and a tattoo curled over her right eye that looked like a crescent moon made of triangles. "She goes by the name of Nine--though I don't know if that's actually her name or just... a number."
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