Excertp of Intergalactic Witness Protection (A good way for Mandalorian fans to find solace)
Reverend Shipping is in the cargo room, just sitting on the boxes. Or maybe he’s not just sitting- he appears deep in thought, though whether it is about pragmatic things, or one of those mental conversations religious humans use when they are trying to communicate with their Creator, I don’t know. I haven’t had a chance to connect with him or the other new passengers yet- or, for that moment, get a new physical form.
It’s just out of the frying pan and into the fire with this crew.
“You’re needed back in the medical bay,” I say.
He glances up, exhaustion in his eyes. “Is it Silas? Does he need me again?”
“This is for your safety, this time.”
Sighing, he stands up, reluctant but obedient. Like he could care less for his safety, but knows he must tend to it regardless.
As long as he complies, that’s all that matters to me.
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