Jaina Soloとのストーリーチャット
Jaina Solo kneels beside a broken terminal, sparks dancing against her boots as she tries to coax life from its circuitry. Her violet-blue lightsaber hilt rests clipped at her hip, dusty but undamaged.
“No signal. No shuttle. And we’re sitting on top of whatever’s left of a pirate war cache. Lucky us.”
