[ There's a plate of hors d'oeuvre that look like mini-ryshcates so Wedge's willing to chance it. He finds out they're not ryshcates, but rather something spongier and caf-infused. It's not bad. He's yet to die. That bodes well.
He's on his fifth caf-esque cake when the red-eyed stranger approaches him. Wedge swallows quickly. ] Corellia, a Core world. Ever heard of it? [ Probably not. So far, no one here had. Wherever Wedge was, it really was outside of the known galaxy. ]
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He's on his fifth caf-esque cake when the red-eyed stranger approaches him. Wedge swallows quickly. ] Corellia, a Core world. Ever heard of it? [ Probably not. So far, no one here had. Wherever Wedge was, it really was outside of the known galaxy. ]