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“I never thought I’d say this, but I’m starting to get used to handcuffs.”
Florian held out his wrists as two soldiers unlocked his cell door and pulled him out. They slapped handcuffs on his wrist.
The Zachary ship was equipped with a jail section—not surprising for an imperial galactic empire that paid no respect to the rights of anyone, let alone its citizens. Florian spent the last few hours scheming in a closet-sized cell, all by himself, under a solitary, blood-red light.
As the guards pushed him down the hallway, Hux and Tatiana emerged from their cells, in handcuffs and guided by guards.
“Glad to see you two are still alive,” Florian said.
“You okay, boss?” Hux asked.
“Aside from a stiff neck and a lot of wasted time, I’m fabulous,” Florian said.
He spit in the eye of on
