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The spaceport is bigger than Plourr expected (though not by much), and the jungle beyond is smaller, less tangled. But it’s still orange and purple and pink and smothering green, even if it is no longer as wild as she remembers.

The party of nobles and courtiers approaches tentatively across the landing strip, robes and hair whipped about by the hot wind, but she stands tall as Rogue Squadron sets down all around her.

No more running.