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"Didn't you say we needed to rescue some people from pirates?" Sadie asked as I led her towards Vince's tent. It was early morning on Malastare and the daily bustle hadn't started yet. Most of the merchants were setting up their wares for the day and gave us some wary looks as we passed by. Sadie was donned in her Mandalorian armor again. Newly polished, it shone beautifully in the rising sunlight. Her blaster holsters were clearly visible, as was the jetpack and her gauntlets, but I knew that somewhere in the suit she had hidden away her lightsaber and a few thermal detonators.

"We need to talk to somebody first," I replied, eyes peeled for the stand I had met him at yesterday. I found it and rushed over to it, Sadie in tow. Vince was nowhere to be found.

"VINCE! VINCE!" I yelled, listening for a response.

"Who the hell is Vince?"

"Old guy who gave me info. VINCE!"

I heard a rustling from the back, and out staggered the old Seyley.

"Cantcha just let me sleep?" he grumbled as he fumbled with a pair of glasses in an awkward attempt to put them on.

"Tag? You realize that that's a Seyley, right?" Sadie said with an edge to her voice.

"Yea."

"You didn't mention a Seyley."

"And he didn't mention a Mandalorian," Vince said as he sized Sadie up. "I thought you all were mercenaries for the Order now."

Sadie ignored Vince and said "When were you planning on telling us this?"

I shrugged. "So when can we begin?"

Vince grunted. "Eager, eh? Good. Come on back. I'll just take my back pills and we can begin." I started to follow him to the back when Sadie grabbed my wrist.

"What are you doing?"

"Following him. He's friendly. Come on. We gotta save the people." I wrenched my arm free from her grip and went inside.

Inside, I saw that the suit wasn't where it was yesterday. Vince noticed me staring and said "Moved it after you left. Things in the operating room. It's separated into its pieces so you can put it on quickly."

"I'm sorry, what? Suit? Operating room? What's going on here?" Sadie asked, confused.

"Sadie, I'm going to get a new suit, and then we're going to rescue the people."

"Why do you need surgery for that though?"

"Because it weighs over 350 kilos and he needs a neural implant to use it," Vince said helpfully from the next room.

She stared in shock at me.

"Look, I get the suit, then we rescue his family, and it's a deal."

"You said we were rescuing villagers from pirates."

"Pirates?" Vince said before cackling loudly. "You're facing Zygerrians."

Sadie threw her hands up. "Did you tell me anything that was actually true?"

"We were rescuing people?" I said hesitantly. "Are you still in?"

She gave a sigh and said "Fine."

"Fantastic! You ready Vince?" I said as I bolted into the room Vince was in. It was extremely clean and had a single chair with a thick neck brace and multiple straps to keep one's head perfectly still. Various chrome tools gleamed from the table next to it.

"Yea. Strap in." He patted the seat, and I eagerly sat down. He started strapping my arms and legs down, as well as my waist to the seat, making sure to tighten them to make movement almost impossible.

"Don't worry about these straps. They're for your own safety. I'm gonna take a bunch of scans to pinpoint the location. The operation takes a few minutes, and you'll be unconscious the whole time. These are to make sure you absolutely do not move. Don't want you to have brain damage."

"Sounds good," I said as my head was strapped in and a mask placed over my face.

"Sweet dreams," he said as I dozed off.