In Umbris Potestas Est
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The shuttle was empty.
Or at least, that's what Circe could tell from her location. She had run her finger over the ship's hull and found a layer of dust. Thin, but still dusty. The ramp was lowered, which raised an eyebrow on her behalf as she chose to step inside. There was an old Clone Flame Trooper suit inside, and Circe bent over, looking at the empty shell. It was fully intact... but it was a shell. A carcass from the war.
"What's this doing all the way out here..."
The shuttle was empty.
Or at least, that's what Circe could tell from her location. She had run her finger over the ship's hull and found a layer of dust. Thin, but still dusty. The ramp was lowered, which raised an eyebrow on her behalf as she chose to step inside. There was an old Clone Flame Trooper suit inside, and Circe bent over, looking at the empty shell. It was fully intact... but it was a shell. A carcass from the war.
"What's this doing all the way out here..."