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Desora leaned back in her seat, glass of whiskey poised in her hand. She twirled it for a moment, watching the runs as the alcohol clung to the sides before she took a deep drink of it and then set it back down. âHm, letâs just say I was getting tired of people thinking the wrong thing about me. Whatever I was and where ever I came fromâŚnone of that matters now that weâre in Andromeda.â she stated.
She nodded at the human and hummed, her mandibles flickering out. âWhat about you? Running away from something?â she asked, her electric blue eyes sharp as they ran over the human sitting across from her.
âNot exactly... My father is... Well he was the Human Pathfinder... Now I have that title... Not as um... Not as easy as he made it seem. But beyond that, I wanted the adventure. The discovery... I couldnât let this opportunity pass me by.â














