In space there was an orange claw-shaped ship flying through the cosmos. On it resided three people. One of them was a Lepidopterran, far more masculine than Jen's Stinkfly. He had a prosthetic hand and looked at another mercenary.
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She was a Methanosian like Swampfire. The only difference was that she was more wooden then viney and had fire for hair.
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Gregondor: So, you want to tell me Kraab how two children bested you?
Kraab: Those children are more trouble than you think.
Cinder: Oh really.
Kraab: Can it Cinder! You don't understand the pain they put me through, those brats!
He slammed his claw into the console, angered at the mocking of his compatriots and at the memory of losing to the two of you.
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Kraab: I will have my revenge, mark my words. And you're going to help me.
Gregondor: And why should we do that?
Kraab: Because they possess some of the most powerful weapons in the galaxy. Kill them and they're yours for the taking.
Cinder: We're listening.
He pulled up a hologram of both of your faces and the screen faded out.
