The door slides open. Someone, maybe it's Tsedec, gestures with their arms and gloved hands, speaking very fast. They barely wait to finish speaking before slamming the door shut again.
"Quiet," Hera says, one of the words she understood. And then the other -
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The door slides open. Someone, maybe it's Tsedec, gestures with their arms and gloved hands, speaking very fast. They barely wait to finish speaking before slamming the door shut again.
"Quiet," Hera says, one of the words she understood. And then the other -
"Tuskens."