#v:core

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captainjangotat started following you

“Jango?” Zam said hopefully, turning at the familiar voice, only to see a clone trooper. Her face fell immediately. “Sorry, trooper. Mistook you for an old friend.”

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droidvectxr started following you

Zam nodded to the droid. It was unusual in design and in behavior, though she didn’t put too much thought into it. She had her own concerns to worry about, like the tail she was trying to lose. They were pretty persistent, but nothing compared to the pair of Jedi she’d encountered on Coruscant.

“Apologies,” she said as she brushed past it, moving towards the nearby clinic. She’d probably have an easier time losing the tail if she wasn’t bleeding from a graze to her leg.

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☾ = being found shirtless .

“Alright, first of all, a little privacy would be nice while a lady’s changing.” Admittedly changing was a bit of a double-entendre when it came to Zam who was changing both her physiology and her clothes at the same time. She gave the clone a bit of a glare before shutting the door.

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▄ = telling them a joke

“What’s the difference between a Mandalorian and a Jedi? One’s an unmatched force to be reckoned with in combat, a master of ancient battle arts and close combat weaponry. The other has a plasma sword.”

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" Do you have any remorse? "

“More than you,” Zam replied, looking at the disgusting piles of slag where once there had been perfectly functional machinery and comparing it to mentally to the Trandoshan head she had strapped to her belt. “This….thing was trafficking in people. He got what he deserved. You and that Jawa,” unlike most people, Zam didn’t use the term Jawa with malice, “send perfectly serviceable items through a meat grinder and expect payment for repairs.”

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ifollowrevan started following you

Zam eyed the Mandalorian suspiciously. “I was under the impression most Mandalorians despised Revan. Betrayal and whatnot.” She narrowed her eyes and looked him over. “I can respect your commitment, though, if it is indeed honest.” She spoke smoothly and with clarity, not for the sake of it nor because she thought it ideal, but to ensure the man in front of her did not misunderstand her meaning. “And I have never known Mandalorians to be dishonest.” Save one, and only in combat.

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Bodyslams her, spilling his drink all over while singing. "Buy'ce gal, buy'ce talVebor'ad ures aliitMhi draar baat'i meg'parjii'seKote lo'shebs'ul narit."

“Oh no, my friend,” Zam said tipping her mug so it clinked Rex’s, “you can have the fame. I’ll just take the credits.” A smug smile appeared on her lips and she waited for just a moment before bursting into laughter and throwing her arm around him and joining in. “Buy’ce gal, buy’ce tal! Vebor’ad ures Mhi draar baat’y meg’parjii’se Kot lo’shebs’ul narit!” She does have more control over the contents of her drink though. Mostly because the majority had already found its way into her gut.

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galactic-rocketeer started following you

“Boba!” Zam called to the beskar’gam sporting bounty hunter who just walked into the cantina. “Little Boba Fett!” She waved him over. “It’s been....what, twenty years since we’ve seen each other?” She really only recognized him because he carried himself like his father, and he wore armor that looked like his father’s. But still, she was going to enjoy playing the role of embarrassing mother for a couple minutes before actually trying to catch up with the young (at least, to her he was young) Fett.

“I’ll buy you a round,” she motioned to the barkeep to get a round for Boba, and another for herself. “Let’s chat!”