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[Daytime hours. Echo, sans helmet but still suited up in his armor, wears a stern expression as he checks to see if the communication device is working. When he decides it is, he begins speaking, treating the situation as a soldier does.]

This is Echo. After all that's been happening the past few days and nights, we need to do a headcount to see if everyone's present an' accounted for.

As for our current situation, I'm assuming we don't really have emergency protocols and preparations in place for this kind of thing. Then again, who would've thought we'd be attacked by giant spiders almost every single night?

[If the clone's really being honest, he'd rather fight an army of droids right now.]

I guess it all boils down to taking care of ourselves while we have the break, but I feel like most of us are pretty capable when it comes to crises. Still, I'll be taking watch in the meantime. Just in case.

Contact me if you need any assistance.

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[Hell yeah, who needs sleep???

Echo's brow arches.]

Twice? You've seen these guys before?

[foundlingfather]

[What is sleep?? That word doesn't compute!]

Not here on Agra-10. Back home. On some hell hole of an ice planet. Those were a hell of a lot bigger than these.

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Ah. That is...awful.

[The frown just says it all.]

Was the ice planet supposed to be a legitimate destination?

[foundlingfather]

They looked different too. But similar enough.

[Din frowns a little under the helmet, tilting his helm a little with a sigh.]

No. Ended up crash landing there. Managed to repair the ship enough to get off it. But we were lucky to escape

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I'll say. Otherwise you wouldn't be here telling me this. But it's good you were able to get out of there.

[foundlingfather]

Any progress on finding where those things are coming from? Taking them out at the source may be our best bet to end it.

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I've been trying. Nothing stands out during the day, and every night they look like they're appearing out of thin air.

Maybe someone else might know or have a better idea of where they're all hiding.

[foundlingfather]

Appearing out of thin air is impossible. No tracks that lead anywhere?

[He sighs, briefly glancing off screen, before focusing on the screen again.]

If you need an extra pair of eyes...I'm a bounty hunter. Tracking is kinda my thing. [He's just been busy with the whole kid thing.]

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More like too many.

[Although his brow furrows, he nods.]

A fresh set of eyes would be good. You're more than welcome to try and I'd be a fool to turn down that offer.