Chapter 7

Virgilio had taken in stride the presence of an alien officer on his ship.

They are antiques, remnants of the Clone Wars.

(...) her stance leaning slightly forward.

His expression holds both anticipation and dread.

But I believe she also came to a belated realization that (...)

"So, rare and intrinsically valuable," Vanto said.

If he does, Rossi will probably take them right now, and you won't get to fiddle with them anymore."

"Getting blindsided when those Delphidians made a run for it could have been embarrassing."

It took a week for Captain Rossi to come fully up to speed on her new command, and to acquaint herself with her ship. ***quaint --> ciekawy, osobiliwy, ew. dziwny***

Every nasty, dirty, or undesirable job somehow ended up on Thrawn's list.

Something about static-locking brings the stuff out of every nook and cranny.

Barlin maneuvered their shuttle between the Blood Crow and the derelict freighter Dromebar.

The rest are real incidents embellished out of all recognition.

His torso is hunched forward, his face buried in his hands.

We used to pilfer it, taking from the back and keeping the front intact so she wouldn't notice as quickly.

Layneo clenches her jaw firmly.

Rossi echoed incredulously.