Sibling loyalty

- Mission Vao -


Sweat dripped down the ends of my lekku, stuck against my neck under those sweltering head-cloths. I trudged behind the others, feet dragging, as we climbed over yet another mound of stupid sand. This was nothing like Taris. Barren and bleak, the harsh desert stretched impossibly in every direction, and two suns beat down an exhausting heat that I was totally over.

On any other day, I'd be in a really grumpy mood.

I glanced sideways at Griff. His mouth was gaping open as he panted like a kath hound, and the heat flushed his face a purplish colour. I knew he'd be gunning for the 'Hawk's sonic as soon as we brought him to our ship, and I was glad there were two onboard so we wouldn't squabble over who got first turn.

My brother. We're back together. At last! It didn't feel real. After all, it'd been years since Griff had disappeared, leaving me nothing more than a data-note and an expired cred chit. We had so much to catch up on. Part of me had never really expected to see him again.

Griff turned to catch my eye, throwing me that cheeky grin I remembered so well.

"I can't believe you're here, sis!" he exclaimed, grabbing my hand and squeezing it. "Getting me out of tough scrapes as usual! Wow, I hate to think what would've happened if you hadn't come along when you did."

I grinned. "And Big Z always hassles me for getting into trouble! Wait 'til he gets to know you."

Griff appraised Zaalbar warily; I could tell he didn't know what to make of the huge hairball that was my most trusted friend. I lowered my voice. "He's absolutely wizard, Griff. He's always looking out for me. You'll like him when ya get to know him."

"Uh, does he actually talk?" Griff hissed in a tactless stage whisper, his eyes widening comically as if he didn't expect Zaalbar to actually hear or something.

I glared at my brother, snatching my hand away. "Sheesh, Griff, has the heat melted your brain? 'Course he talks. In Shyriiwook. Duh."

"Oh right!" Griff said. "That's what all the growling is then, huh?"

I rolled my eyes at him and walked on. "You always were a little slow."

"And you always were a little precocious!" Griff responded. I stuck my tongue out at him, and his blue eyes crinkled in good-natured humour.

It's like we've never been apart, I thought. It's just like old times. My brother even looked the same as I remembered; young and carefree, with his headtails looped fashionably around his neck. He was dirty, sure, and the Czerka uniform he'd been wearing was grimy and torn, but he'd clean up well. He'd always cut a dashing figure, back in the Lower City, dressed in fine clothes as he strutted about on Exchange business, wagering goods back and forth to the Beks.

The Beks had never warmed to him, not really. Gadon Thek had taken me under his wing from an early age, but Griff… well, Griff'd been grudgingly allowed in the Bek corridors, but only under supervision. He'd never been considered for membership, no matter how I railed at Gadon. I never understood why, not really. Griff had Exchange contacts, and sure, we couldn't trust the Exchange - but Gadon and Zaerdra acted like we couldn't trust Griff, either.

Griff had always been confident - cocky even, in the past. As I eyed him over once more, I noticed a nervousness in his bearing I was unfamiliar with. His eyes flicked over everybody in quick succession, but wouldn't stay in one place for too long. It has been six years, though. And he's just spent days as a prisoner. I'd be frightened witless as well.

We were back together. That was all that mattered.

But as I slogged on, my brother on one side and my best friend on the other, I couldn't help but contrast the two. Griff had always claimed he'd smuggled us to Taris onboard a freighter, although in truth I remembered nothing but the Lower City from an early age. Still, he'd made sure I was fed and clothed and safe. Mostly. There was that time he'd left me in Javyar's cantina, when a slaver had tried to snatch me.

I'd been young, then, only five years Galactic. It had been Zaerdra who'd rescued me, dumping me in front of Gadon like a present or something. I'd never liked the fact that I pretty much owed my life to Zaerdra.

But Griff tried, he tried to look out for me. I knew he did. He just had a bad run of stuffing things up.

Big Z was so different to my brother, and not just in looks. First time I'd met him, he'd been surrounded by half-drunk Vulkars trying to prove their manliness by taking down a Wookiee. Zaalbar was enraged and panicked and absolutely stank, but for some reason I hadn't been afraid. This was before Brejik, back when the Vulkars were no more than disorganized rabble, back when they feared Gadon enough that they wouldn't challenge me, Gadon's favourite child. I'd brandished a blaster I'd filched from Zaerdra's stock, and they scampered, leaving me staring at a howling Wookiee who didn't know the first thing about the Lower City.

It'd been tricky, learning each other's language. I'd found Zaalbar a place to hang low until he found his feet, and brought him food and equipment. Big Z only had a rudimentary understanding of Basic then, so I downloaded a Shyriiwook translation package that allowed us to communicate. Big Z began to trust me, and we looked out for each other time and again. The amount of times he'd saved my life... Big Z always had my back. We always stood for each other.

I've never trusted Griff quite the same way. Griff always looked out for Griff first. No, no that was mean, thinking that. I'd only just found Griff again - my poor brother, trapped for days by savages - and here I was, doubting him. But it ain't just Zaalbar who's more loyal. What about Jen, saving us from that rancor? If it had been Griff there, he would have run and left me as rancor dinner.

No! Griff meant well. It wasn't fair to compare him to the likes of Jen and Zaalbar, who were stronger and better at fighting than him.

I shook my head hard, as if to throw off the unwelcome thoughts. Directly in front of me was Jen, another hot topic of worry. She was acting normal again, yeah, but... Is it just me, or is she a bit angrier now? A bit crazier? Jen had run straight into that Sand People fight, and sheesh! That scared the stuffing outta me. But then, Jen had always done that sorta thing, even back in the Undercity on Taris. But there's something not quite right. It's like she enjoys the killing. Like she's itching for a fight. Big Z was worried, too. I could tell by the way his dark gaze kept wandering back to her.

And then there was the Force. The freaky, freaky Force. Jen could use it. No wonder Bastila had been so interested in her - the stupid Jedi snot had probably known about Jen back on Taris. At least Jen won't let her have her way now. At least Jen ain't all pathetic anymore. It was Bastila's fault, all of it, it had to be.

Big Z didn't believe it. Jedi were meant to be all honourable and stuff, and he claimed a powerful Jedi like Bastila Shan wouldn't control someone else that way. I kept telling him he was too naive, and it was obvious Bastila had secrets... but Jen had said her mind was all messed up. She'd said something about a doctor making things worse, about black spots and it maybe not being Bastila... I didn't know anymore. I'd been dead set on blaming the Jedi snot for it all, but maybe I was wrong.

For it kinda sounded like a brain injury, or something. And while I didn't like or trust Bastila, it was hard to think of her as someone evil enough to, like, mind-control Jen and make her forget her past. The worst thing I'd seen Bastila do was trip me with the Force back on Taris and act like a stuck up scow.

Maybe... maybe something had happened to Jen, and Bastila was just trying to help. Jen said Bastila knew more about her past than she did. Which wasn't the same as Bastila being the cause of it.

I'm gonna talk to Jen. I ran up to her, my boots digging into the coarse sand, and gave her a quick smile. Jen's visor turned to look at me, and I noticed her head-cloths were unwinding. Flecks of blood spattered a maroon pattern of death over her.

"Are things alright?" I blurted out.

"Uh, yeah." She sounded taken aback. "Why?"

I shrugged. "I dunno, Jen, you just seem, sort of, angry and stuff..." I trailed off.

She turned away, staring out at the distant horizon as we trudged, one foot after the other. It was late afternoon, still stifling with heat but somehow a little less intense than earlier. The two suns were close together in the sky, and I'd heard Carth say the days on Tatooine were currently at their shortest. Apparently, that was still longer than a standard Tarisian day, and with all the harsh sunlight it was no wonder this entire place was covered in stupid deserts. I grabbed a quick swig of water from the gourd at my side. I was glad, at least, that the Sand People stronghold had not been far away from Anchorhead.

"Lots of people trying to kill you has that effect," she responded finally, flatly.

Her duel with Juhani had been horrifying. I'd been paralysed, unable to do anything bar watch as the scene unfolded. Jen had been spectacularly out-classed at first, and I'd really believed it was her end. And then, it all turned around. Jen had been the one to walk away, and that crazed catwoman had lost her killing edge and followed us meekly back to the 'Hawk. All the fight had disappeared from Juhani, and whenever I'd looked her way she'd seemed downright miserable.

I still wasn't planning on going anywhere near her.

But I didn't know what else to say to Jen, so we edged into an uncomfortable silence. Finally she spoke again, her tone cheerful. It sounded forced.

"Well, we're off to Manaan next. Think you'll like it there?"

My thoughts brightened as I considered the possibilities. Big Z swearing a lifedebt to Jen certainly has its advantages. I'd never had the chance to leave Taris before. Griff had always talked about taking me to Tatooine or Corellia, but it'd never happened. Instead I'd found my own way here - unlike so many of my friends back on Taris.

Back on Taris. Who knew how many were still alive. I sniffed, and forced the thoughts away.

"I've never heard of it. What's it like?" I asked quickly.

Jen shrugged. "Bastila says it's a neutral world." Her voice had twisted on the Jedi's name. "Apparently it's a peaceful world, and violence is not tolerated."

"Sounds too good to be true," I whispered. No violence. Was such a place possible? I'd seen so much death lately that I found it hard to sleep at night. Having Big Z hold me while I cried might be comforting, but it was also dead embarrassing.

I look back to Jen, striding purposefully over the sand. Her lightsabers – lightsabers, like a real Jedi! – were clipped to her belt, and her stance was that of one who was used to combat. I recognized the sort. I'd spent most of my life around the Beks, after all. No violence would be good for Jen, too. Maybe help her mellow out. I liked Jen - we got along great, even though she was almost old enough to be my mother. She was funny, and interesting, and knew how to have a good time. But she was also far too good at freaking me – and everybody else – out.

Well, we're stuck following her lead. Big Z's pretty solemn with his vows, and I ain't leaving him.

The suns were drooping wearily on the horizon, and I realized with a jolt that dusk wasn't too far away. We'd get back to Anchorhead before dark, though, and I looked forward to the rest. The huge shape of the abandoned sandcrawler we'd passed early that morning loomed next to us, and I ducked into the shadows it cast for a brief respite. I looked around for any of those odd Jawa creatures, but didn't spot anything alive. Just loads of rubble. Overturned crates, and shards of metal, and other rubbish littering the sand near the massive 'crawler. Sheesh, it's a regular junkyard round here. It must have been debris from the aftermath of the Sand People raids.

"How's your arm, Jen?" I asked. It hung uselessly at her side. She'd barely complained about it, but it had to be hurting her. Well, Jen's always been tough. Except when Bastila - or maybe her own mind - was making her act like an idiot.

"It's okay, Mission."

"(We should hurry our steps, and ensure we are within Anchorhead before it gets dark. This place is dangerous,)" Zaalbar rumbled.

Jen shot a droll look my way, and I grinned. Zaalbar worrying about danger was standard operating procedure. SOP, I'd heard the Beks say, when they tried to act like real military.

"The Sand People aren't nocturnal, Zaalbar," Jen said.

"Don't let me die under here!" a female scream pierced the air. We all froze apart from Griff, who jumped back in fright. Carth pulled out a blaster and ran towards the source. I followed him, looking around wildly without spotting anything of note. Maybe it's a surviving miner from the earlier attack?

"Where are you?" Carth called out. I ran towards a large metal crate, half broken and lying on its side in the shadow of the sandcrawler. It was tall, and would give me a better view once I clambered on top of it. For whoever it was, they sounded desperate.

"Wait guys," Jen called. "Something's not right!"

"Please! Anyone! I'm trapped under here!" The pleading voice came from directly underneath me. Straight under the broken crate. I gasped, and leaped back down to the coarse sand.

"Get away, Mission! Bastila warned me there was someone out here hunting us!" Jen cried, running towards me. I glared at her. This was someone who needed help. There wasn't any danger. Like Bastila knows what she's talking about!

"We'll help you!" I answered the stranger's voice, bending over to inspect the edges of the crate. It was far too large for me to move, but I could dig a hole under it. Or Big Z could maybe drag it-

A loud explosion slammed into my body and I was flung backwards, ears ringing and vision blinded white. Sand spat pinpricks into the sides of my face under the cloths, and the air left my lungs in a whoosh as I thudded to the ground, stunned.

Something grabbed at my neck, rough and ready, and I was pulled upright in an unknown grip. Dazed and disoriented, I was barely aware of the thick arm clenching around my middle, or the whimper that escaped my lips.

My head was yanked backwards at someone ripped the sweaty headcloths away. Cool metal kissed against my temple, and the ringing in my ears subsided.

There was a loud grunt directly behind me.

"We gots you good now!" a voice squealed.

"(Mission!)" Zaalbar roared. My vision, speckled and spotty, slowly began to make order of the objects in front of me. Big Z was metres away, distressed and enraged. The metal crate had opened in sections along the ground, exposing a large, dug out hole beneath it.

The iron band around my waist tightened as Zaalbar took a step closer.

"Move and yous die!" another voice, thick and deep, barked into my ear. It was followed by a grunt and another snort. Gamorreans! The gun pressed harder into my face. I froze, and the heat of fear burned through me. I could die, right here in this barren desert. A Gamorrean had me by the neck, with a blaster pressing into my head.

"Let. Her. Go." Jen's voice, low and dangerous. She was standing next to Zaalbar, a murderous expression twisting her face. I stared at her pleadingly. Jen, get me out of here! A blood-red saber, held tightly in her good arm, shone scarlet. Carth, flanking her, held a steady blaster at my captor.

My eyes slid to the side, and I could see another one of those piggy creatures scrabble out of the dug-out hole. That makes three, I think. No problem for us, if one didn't have a trigger finger of death pointed at me. Rolls of fat gaped over his substandard armour, and I shuddered.

"We did a good ambush and you better pay... uh... maybe five hundred credits now! She die otherwise!"

Oh bantha crap! The only creds I know of are back on the Ebon Hawk! My stomach clenched in terror, and my mouth dried up. My eyes flicked back to Zaalbar; his face was contorted in a snarl. I looked further and spotted Griff, beyond the others. The blaster Carth had given him hung limply at his side, and as I stared he took a step back away from me, away from the Gamorreans. And then another. He'd just leave me? Leave me here, in the hands of these stinky, ugly pig-faces?

A sob wrenched free from my throat, and my captor shook me in annoyance. My ears rang, my vision blurred, and my stomach heaved.

"Yous all pay up now!" the voice to my side squealed.

My gaze flicked desperately over my friends. Even that insane robot stood in Jen's shadow, a blaster ready and waiting. Jen twitched, meeting Carth's gaze as she jerked her head to the side.

"No tricks! We not thick!" my captor grunted. I tried to force my fear away, to be strong like Jen, but I was shaking in the tight grasp of the monster. Will these horrible pigs really kill me? Is my last sight going to be of my brother, scrambling away in fear? Griff had a pleading look on his face, but he continued to backpedal, even with Jen and Big Z and Carth and freaking HK between him and any sort of danger.

Jen sucked in a large gulp of air, and deactivated her lightsaber before clipping it onto her belt. Her face was blank as she began walking slowly toward the Gamorreans, one hand outspread in a show of peace or surrender. My captor's hold tightened to a chokehold, and I gasped. Jen? What are you doing?

"Here, I will give you the credits," she said, pointing to the Gamorrean who held me. "You are the leader here."

"No!" There was a guttural protect to my left. "Gurke says me in charge!"

"I should be leader!" a low voice rumbled past my ear.

Jen looked past me, straight into the eyes of my captor. "Yes, you are the strongest. I will give you the money." She dug a into the pockets of her armour, as if fishing for the credits, and took a step closer. What's she doing? She doesn't have any creds!

My captor squealed in delight, and dropped me to lurch forward for Jen's non-existent offer. I gasped, stumbling, only to be knocked back with a thump as Jen barrelled into me, toppling us both to the ground.

The harsh noise of blaster fire started, almost drowning out a moan of pain from Jen as she landed. Her weight held me pinned, helpless, yet protected by the shield of her body.

"Jen!" I wailed in panic, in fright.

"Stay still!" she hissed into my ear. Zaalbar was roaring, a loud roar of pure Wookiee anger. The noise of blaster flurries were cut through by the sound of metal striking metal, but Jen completely blocked my view of what was happening. There was a thud next to me, followed by two more. I couldn't stop another whimper, even as I hated myself for it. What's going on?

"(Mission!)" Zaalbar roared again, Jen rolled away, and the sight of my furry friend looming over me had never been more welcome.

"Frelling bastard stars-cursed sodding arm!" Jen was swearing as Zaalbar lifted me up bodily into his grasp. Stunned, I burst into frantic sobs. His grip tightened, and he crooned softly in his own tongue. "(You are alright. They are gone. Everything is alright now.)" I pressed my face into his musky fur.

I'm crying in front of Jen! And Carth! I sniffed loudly, still dazed, and struggled to force back my tears. I pulled away from Zaalbar. "I'm okay, Big Z. Really," I mumbled.

Zaalbar still held onto my arms, but slid me gently to the sand. My feet were shaky as they took my weight.

"Mission, you're not hurt?" Jen was standing next to the Wookiee, frowning in concern. Or pain. Her arm hung limply, and her face was sweaty and pale. She looked a mess, with dark curls sticking up from underneath her dislodged headcloths, and her entire body canting to one side.

"Jen, your arm! Is it okay? You fell right on top of me!"

She frowned at me. "I'm okay, or I will be when I get some kolto. The explosion – it didn't hurt you?"

"I'm alright, guys," I said shakily. "Because of y'all, I'm alright."

"I'm glad, Mission," Carth added, his brown eyes dark with concern as he looked me over. I smiled at him weakly, and he turned to frown at Jen. "Why didn't you use the Force, Jen? Mission could have died!"

Jen grimaced and looked away. She seemed uneasy. Zaalbar dropped his paws from my arms, but still stood close, also intent upon Jen.

"I didn't want to risk it," she muttered. "Half the time I can't use it, and then when I can it doesn't always do what I want." She shook her head, and her expression turned baffled. "And then sometimes Bastila interferes, too. I just didn't want to risk it, Carth. Not with Mission's life."

Carth was still staring at Jen, but his expression had morphed to surprise. I wasn't sure if I'd ever heard her say his first name before.

"Sheesh, Jen, you saved my life!" I blurted. "Again! I have no problems with how you did it." I sniffed loudly, remembering the rough hands of my captor, and my eyes slid to the bloodied corpses on the ground.

"We all saved you," Jen responded in a dry voice. "Even HK."

"Statement: With pleasure, master. I gleefully await the next meatbag to dispatch."

And then, I noticed Griff, standing nervously on the fringes of our group. Everyone had a hand in rescuing me. Apart from my brother.

Zaalbar turned, and I heard a faint grumble of discontent fire in his chest. He glanced back to me, and the noise stopped. I felt my shoulders tense.

"I'm glad you're okay, sis!" Griff blurted out. He ran back to me, lekku flicking in distress; at least he was sincere in his fear. Fear for me, or for himself?

I took a step back, stumbling over some debris in the sand. Zaalbar caught me with a strong paw, and I righted myself again. "You were pretty quick to walk away, Griff," I mumbled. Griff halted some metres away, his eyes dark and worried. He swallowed.

"I'm no good in situations like this sis, you know that! I didn't want to get in the way!"

"You ran away, Griff!" I snapped. He flinched, and the hurt, desperate look on his face eroded my anger. He tries, I know he does, I thought guiltily. He's no fighter.

"I'm sorry, Mission! I would have helped if I could!" he pleaded. I wanted to believe him, to trust in my brother, and I reminded myself that he was tired and out of his element... but he'd had blaster training, back on Taris. Griff was a crack shot. Why had he run, from three Gamorreans holding his sister, when our allies were obviously the stronger side?

Because he's a coward. Because Griff looks out for Griff, first. Even Lena spoke poorly of him now. I frowned, remembering that dancing trash and her spiteful comments. I hadn't believed it at the time, but now I wondered.

I looked over at my friends, again. All of them had risked their lives for me. All of them had charged into a Sand People stronghold, because it had been my brother held hostage there. What would Griff have done, in a similar situation?

"Griff," I began. "I... I have to ask you something. It's important."

He blinked, his blue eyes staring soulfully at me. They were as pale and clear as the Tatooine sky above us. I'd always envied his eyes; I wasn't vain, but I would've preferred that colour to my own light brown.

"Fire away, sis. You know I'll tell you the truth."

Will you? Will you really? He'd always been so good at lying to get his way. I bit my lip indecisively, and then the words tumbled out. "I ran into Lena. She said... she said it was your idea to leave me on Taris six years ago. It's not true, is it?"

His eyes dropped to scrutinize the dry sand at his feet, his hand rubbing over his unprotected lekku in distraction. "Ah, well... there's the truth and then there's the truth, y'know?"

Shock stabbed deep into my gut, even though I had half expected that answer. "You mean it's true?" I whispered, and felt tears prick at my eyes. I should have known! I tried to swallow the lump in my throat. I did know, deep down. I just didn't want to face it. "I'm your sister – how could you abandon me like that?"

"You left her behind?" Jen cut in sharply. The others had been silent during our confrontation, but no longer. Jen had ripped off her visor, glaring fiercely at Griff. Her face had tightened in disgust. I'd never spoken of my brother to her before. "A pretty Twi'lek girl, on the streets of Taris? Why didn't you just sell her to a Hutt while you were at it, you slime?"

Griff took a step away from her in wariness.

"(What you did was wrong!)" Zaalbar growled. "(How could you leave your young sister behind? Have you no honour?)"

"Hey, hey!" Griff protested, alarmed at the Wookiee's rumbling. "Sis, keep your pet on a leash, would ya?" Zaalbar roared and advanced, causing Griff to stumble backwards, his headtails twitching in fear. "Come on!" he pleaded, his eyes flicking between us all. Even Carth was scowling at him, an obvious look of disapproval on his face. "Mission, you didn't need me to look after you anymore! You may have been young, but you knew how to take care of yourself! Look at you now! Everything turned out fine!"

Fury crested within me. He's always taken the easy way out. Always. I should have realized this and accepted it a long time ago. "That's it?" I challenged. "That's all you have to say to me after all these years of leaving me on Taris? If it weren't for Big Z and Jen, I'd be dead several times by now!"

"Look, I'm sorry! Could- could we just get back to Anchorhead? Uh, this isn't the best place for this sorta discussion." Griff back-pedalled, anxiously looking between as all.

Jen straightened, her expression alert as she scanned the surroundings. I caught her sudden movement and frowned, looking about myself. There was nothing but dunes and that destroyed 'crawler.

"I don't know, Griff," I said. I could feel my anger dissolving into something close to misery. "I'm not really sure I want you around right now."

"HK," Jen muttered. "Scan the area. I think-" her words were cut off by the sound of an electronic explosion. A sharp light pierced my vision, and I felt the burn of static warp through my tech goggles. I screamed, and pulled sharply at them.

"Targetting: Opening fiii..." HK's metallic voice was cut off by another powerful blast at his feet, blue-white and sizzling with electricity. Freaking ion grenades! There was a fizzing noise from his circuits, followed by a couple of poof sounds I recognized as smoke bombs.

"Damn, his shields!" Jen's voice yelled through chaos. I heard the snap-hiss of her lightsaber activate.

Griff shrieked, and I spotted him fleeing through the dissipating smoke. Zaalbar grabbed my arm, yanking me behind him as he raised his vibroblade at an unseen enemy. A sharp, stinging object pierced the back of one lekku, and I screamed more in fright than anything else. Zaalbar growled, and slapped a hairy paw against his neck. My hand pulled back, and I was confused to see a small dart in my grasp. Huh? I blinked in confusion as my limbs became weary, leaden with weight. Poison? Or a fast acting sedative? Something burned through my muscles as they turned to mush.

"No!" Jen shouted. She's been hit too? My eyes were heavy with fatigue as I saw Carth firing wildly into the empty surroundings. Jen dropped to her knees, but her hand lifted up. I wondered if she was trying to use the Force.

Zaalbar roared, and fell down with a crash next to me. Must stay awake. I was down on my knees without realizing it. A figure emerged from absolutely nothing, standing in front of Jen. A stealth belt? I've never seen one so good! No way! I saw it stumble backwards as Jen's hand raised again.

"Ugh," I said, feebly falling to my side. Even my thoughts were sluggish, too slow to feel the panic I should. Dizziness pounded in my head. Jen fell, shrieking and twisting spasmodically as she landed on her arm.

The figure, the man, smirked in victory over Jen's prone form. Who is that? My lids closed despite my struggle to stop them.

"And people think Jedi are hard to capture," a deep voice drawled amidst the roar of impending unconsciousness. "All you have to do is catch them by surprise, and be armed with a neural disruptor. Malak will be most pleased."

Malak? As in, Darth Malak? My mind was screaming at me, and I struggled desperately to fight the paralysis. A giant metaphorical hole gaped underneath my consciousness, and despite my efforts, I could not stop from falling.

"Sweet dreams," a voice in the distance mocked, and I could no longer tell if it was speaking to me or Jen.

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