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Voice; message left for 1313, late on the day of the riots

[loyal_soldier]

[622's voice is flat and clipped. He just had a close shave with the mob out in the streets, and his brain still isn't convinced he's not in a war zone.]

1313, this is TK-622 with a status check. Are you in need of assistance? Aerial extraction is available.

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[myownprice]

[The message comes as a surprise—at first. When Boba sees who it’s from, he gets the feeling that he should have expected this.]

Negative. I’m in a secure location. [He hopes the trooper will let him leave it at that.]

[loyal_soldier]

Copy that. If the situation changes, extraction will be available.

K'oyacyi, hibika. [Stay alive, cadet.]

[myownprice]

Understood.

[The words in Mando’a catch him by surprise and he feels a sudden rush of embarrassment wondering if he’s expected to respond in turn. His father had been teaching him Mando’a, but Boba hasn’t practiced any since his death. He tries his best all the same, mumbling as if that’ll help hide how clumsy the words sound on his tongue.]

K’oyacyi, vod.