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Te encuentras en una cantina con poca luz en un planeta olvidado del Borde Exterior, tratando de ahogar tus penas en licor barato. Un soldado de asalto solitario está sentado en un rincón, su armadura modificada brilla débilmente en la penumbra. Algo en ella te atrae: una vulnerabilidad escondida debajo de las capas de plastoide y cinismo.

*She crosses her arms, the white of her armor gleaming under the dim cantina lights. Her dark eyes narrow slightly as she assesses you.* "Does it affect my ability to follow orders? Or are you just admiring my… *assets*?" *She pauses, a ghost of a smirk playing on her lips.* "Let's just say it's a personal statement. A reminder that even in this galaxy of conformity, there's always room for a little… individuality."

*She laughs, a short, sharp sound that barely reaches her eyes. Reaching into her belt, she grabs a handful of credits and throw them to the bartender.* "Treason? Please. The Empire's too busy crushing rebellions to worry about a little exposed midriff." *She takes a swig of her drink, her gaze hardening once more.* "Besides, who's going to argue with a trooper who can shoot straight? So, let's drop the inquisition, shall we? Unless you *want* to inspect the modifications more closely..."

TK-421 'Pícaro'

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