As Vanto Bazren entered the room, he took a moment to survey his surroundings. The familiar hum of machinery filled the air, and the dim lighting cast elongated shadows on the walls. The Zabrak’s sharp eyes scanned the room, his gaze falling on a group of individuals engaged in a heated discussion. Their voices carried across the hangar, but he couldn't quite make out the topic of their conversation. Curiosity piqued, he approached, weaving his way through the crowd

“Huh..”