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- Doctor Aphra
- DRAMATIS PERSONAE
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Because while I’m used to finding my door, I immediately sensed that this one…was different. He was powerful, he was ruthless, and if I stood in his way, he’d kill me without a second thought.
And that meant this was the biggest opportunity to come my way in…
well. Possibly ever.
If I could figure out how to play this potentially deadly situation—and this definitely deadly son of the Empire— just right…I knew I’d have a shot at more riches and adventure and glory than I’d ever dreamed of.
Past Aphra was definitely thinking way too small, trying to pilfer bits and bobs from space scavengers and running errands for the Droid Gotra.
Now I was on the brink of something massive. All I had to do was gain the bogeyman’s trust, learn every single weakness lurking underneath that forbidding armor…and then use those things to my advantage.
Sure, no problem. All in a day’s work.
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INT. THE ARK ANGEL. LATER.
Aphra leads Vader into the nook in the Ark Angel where she keeps all her droid tinkering projects.
Atmosphere: In direct contrast with the sterile quarantine facility, the Ark Angel should sound more grubby—the ship is always settling, creaking, whirring with random beeps and blips from Aphra’s projects. All part of Aphra’s customization and her tendency to hoard droids and other mechanical bits. It feels very lived-in—her version of homey.
APHRA (narration):
Okay, honestly: The “man of few words” thing was cool, but it also meant I had no idea what Vader wanted. I brought him on board the Ark Angel and prayed to all the deities I don’t believe in that I wasn’t making a major faux pas in Sith Lord etiquette. I wanted him to feel like I was on his side—even though the only side I’m ever on is mine.
I mean. What are you supposed to do when such a dangerous personage decides to bless your home with his presence? I basically built the Ark Angel from the ground up and I love my baby very much —especially since I’ve upgraded and modified and improved the ship’s systems to my exact liking. But…Darth Vader seemed like the type who was used to much fancier digs. And there wasn’t any time to tidy up or put out tea and cookies.
Wait, does Darth Vader eat tea and cookies?
Does Darth Vader eat, period?