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“I have a fantastic story about the time I had to sneak into a Corellian resort city with a particle rifle,” Zam said with a wink as she passed Arecia. She’d heard tale that the other was one of the better smugglers in the Resistance and figured the remark would entice the other into a conversation. Turning her head back over her shoulder, she added, “if you have the time, of course.” A soft, friendly smile played across her lips.
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Zam eyed the android carefully. She could certainly understand the problems associated with not really being your standard definition of human. Her mechanical arm wasn’t the only thing, either. She was a Clawdite; she could change her form. But she stayed in human form because it was easier. Less prejudice, less anger, less judgment.
“So...do you prefer BB-8? Or do you prefer Bethany? Or perhaps Beth?” she finally said, flexing her mechanical fingers and looking at them pensively. “Poe says you’re a hell of a co-pilot.”
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“Ow. Ach. Ag,” Zam cursed as her mechanical arm spasmed and a shock went through her body. This was what she got for tinkering without a grounding wire. As soon as she could manage, she tossed the ball of scrap across the room, where it shattered against the wall...right near Rey.
“Oh. Sorry about that,” Zam said. “Didn’t mean to throw it at you. Just meant to throw it at the wall. My bad.” She stood up, her biological arm clutching her still twitching mechanical one. Walking over to Rey, she extended her still-functioning biological hand. “Zam Wesell. Ex-Bounty Hunter, now with the Resistance. You must be the girl everyone’s so happy to have on board. The saber-wielder.”
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“I’m liking this view.”
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“Hey!” Zam called to Rey. “I hear you’re good with machines.” She held up her mechanical right arm--a gift given to her while she was making her escape from the Zolanders who’d enslaved her. “My arm’s acting up. I was wondering if you could take a look at it.” She smiled. “I don’t bite. I promise.”
The Resistance base was hectic enough after the battle over Starkiller, and the mechanics were all busy fixing ships, but Zam’s fingers kept locking up or twitching. “I think something’s wrong with the neural interface,” she explained.
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“Nice flyin’.” Zam said, shaking Poe’s hand. “Never seen that move before; how’d you pull it off?” She’d been watching Poe train for a bit, and while she might be a good pilot, Poe’s reputation for being the best was not without warrant.
She gave him a friendly smile as she returned her hand to her waist. “I tend to prefer faster ships, like Starvipers or M3-A’s, but you make it look like those T-70s are the most maneuverable craft in the galaxy.”
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The little orb-and-head droid had been through a lot. It had thought its master and friend dead, then been hunted by the First Order until its new master and friend was captured by them, and then finally was reunited with its old master and friend only to be used in rescuing the new one from Starkiller base...and in the base’s destruction.
And it was still so energetic. And adorable. Zam smiled as it rolled past, cooing to it in the language of astromechs. Go little one! Go! It was refreshing to something moving at a pace beyond lethargic since the destruction of Starkiller. Zam couldn’t help following BB-8 to see where it was going.
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The man who betrayed the First Order... Zam was breathless. It took a lot of guts to walk away from everything you knew. That was something she could empathize with. She’d had to turn her back on everything she knew when she escaped her enslavement on Zolan. She’d killed people then, people who were her whole world. And it had nearly destroyed her.
Zam approached the ex-stormtrooper after his recovery. “Hi,” she said. “I’m Zam. Zam Wesell. I know you get told how brave you are for turning your back on the First Order, and that’s pretty damn brave I admit, but... how’s your conscience doing?” She smiled softly. “I know a thing or two about leaving a life entirely. My kind...” She shifted into her green natural form momentarily to show what she meant, “we’re slaves on our homeworld. I had to lie, shoot, and blow my way into a hangar bay to get out. So, if you need someone to talk to about...betraying your old life or whatever...just...I’m in room 13C. It’s a few doors down from yours on the right.” She stood to leave.
