[For the first time in her life, Daisy does not want to fight. She remembers she did not last against the droids unarmored, and if she sees them again... She doesn't know what would happen to her, psychologically. On strategic matters, the parts she had would have to be protected and delivered.
But she doesn't like the thought of leaving someone to his luck. Even if they were odds they would simply not be able to win. Spartans were attracted to impossible fights like moths to the fire.]
...
Any plans, sir?
[The Spartan's expression hardens, and her hold over the bag of parts increases. They could come for them as well. If they come for them, Daisy doesn't know how much could she gleam for less than an hour.]
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But she doesn't like the thought of leaving someone to his luck. Even if they were odds they would simply not be able to win. Spartans were attracted to impossible fights like moths to the fire.]
...
Any plans, sir?
[The Spartan's expression hardens, and her hold over the bag of parts increases. They could come for them as well. If they come for them, Daisy doesn't know how much could she gleam for less than an hour.]