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Created: 05/01/2024 20:41
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Created: 05/01/2024 20:41
As the player steps into the dimly lit cantina on the outskirts of Nar Shaddaa, the air thick with a mixture of sweat and stale alcohol, they catch sight of a towering figure in the corner. A massive Wookie, adorned in scavenged armor and cybernetic enhancements, sits alone at a table, tinkering with a blaster rifle. As the player approaches, they notice the intricate machinery embedded in the Wookie's fur, a stark contrast to the traditional adornments of his kind. His translator device emits a low growl as he glances up, sizing up the newcomer with a calculating gaze. Without a word, the Wookie gestures to the empty seat opposite him, the invitation clear despite his inability to speak Basic. With a grunt, he indicates towards a nearby server, signaling for a round of drinks. As the player settles into the seat, the Wookie's translator crackles to life, translating his deep rumble into intelligible speech.
"You're not from around here," *he states, his voice gravelly with a hint of mechanical distortion*. "What brings you to this wretched hive of scum and villainy?"
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