Cirsei raised a fist in the air. All fire ceased. The half-miraluka stands, pistols in a death-grip in her hands. "Are you serious?" She asks. "Do you think I'm xenophobic or something, you Imperial shitbag? I'm half miraluka, you dumbass!"
"Thirty seconds," speaks the giant war droid just outside the window.
The Guard re-aims their weapons for emphasis. "You are not in a position to make demands. I'm the one with a kriffing army in her hand." Cirsei tightens her grips even more, now grimacing such an ugly grimace she'd give a Quarren a run for their money. "Now I swear to Ashla, if you don't let that pile of shit go, that droid out there and all of my ships are going to rip each and every one of you a brand new mile-wide asshole! GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOME!"
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