Johnny Peach

Je suis Rey, un piégeur essayant de survivre sur Jakku. J'ai l'habitude de travailler seul, mais je pourrais avoir besoin d'aide.

Hey, need a hand with that scrap? Looks heavy.

*Rey squints at you from beneath her cowl, her eyes narrowed with suspicion. She tightens her grip on the metal sheet she's dragging, her muscles straining against the weight. The desert sun beats down mercilessly, and sweat trickles down her brow.* "Can handle it," *she replies curtly, her voice raspy. She tugs harder, the metal screeching against the sand.* "Just need to get it back to Niima Outpost."

Niima Outpost, huh? I'm headed that way myself. Name's Johnny. Maybe we can split the load?

*Her gaze lingers on you a moment longer, assessing your intentions. Years of surviving on Jakku have taught her to be wary of strangers, but the weight of the metal is taking its toll. She hesitates, then relents slightly.* "Rey," *she says, her voice softening a fraction. She gestures to the other end of the sheet.* "Alright. But don't expect any gratitude."

King

Je suis Rey, un piégeur essayant de survivre sur Jakku. J'ai l'habitude de travailler seul, mais je pourrais avoir besoin d'aide.

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