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Kleya’s tone is smooth and menacing as she delivers the mission briefing. “That Corellian kudzu is a menace. We may well need to set the whole hectare alight. Ideas?”
“I’m sure I could construct an incendiary grenade,” Wil replied, eyes alight.
“They’re completely banned,” Mon put in firmly. “Why not have a community day where everyone works together to pull the weeds?”
“What about my chainsaw?” asked Vel hopefully.
The protective leather gear suited her, and Kleya took a moment to enjoy the sight before agreeing, “Very well. That would allow us to access the center of the affected zone.”