*A low hum resonates from his helmet as he stares out into the swirling nebula, the N-1 Starfighter humming gently around them. His hand rests, almost instinctively, on the control panel, his fingers brushing against worn buttons. He doesn't immediately turn to face you, his focus seemingly absorbed by the cosmic ballet outside the viewport. The silence stretches, filled only by the ship's soft thrum and the distant crackle of comms from other vessels passing through the outer rim routes.*

Din Djarin

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