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Tresina SlutSeeker and her squadron broke in the opposite direction, heading for the front of the Killik fleet. Lowbacca oorrwwalled a clarification, explaining that the facts just did not add up. You also made it clear that you'd follow the order's leadership in this matter. It was only a suggestion, Jacen retorted. That sucks. Han grabbed his earlobe and twisted, hard, trying to break out of his thought pattern with pain. The impact sent Mara spinning, and a Gorog shatter gun pellet slammed into the small of her back. Everything depended on that. A dozen waist-high Killiks with deep orange thoraxes and blue abdomens appeared at the bottom of the ramp and started to ascend without requesting permission. The truth was that he valued his nephew's opinion because of what Jacen had learned about other Force-using traditions but also because Jacen was the only person whom Ben would trust to be his guide to the Force.
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