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Ahsoka took a deep breath as she stepped off the docking ramp and into the space station. Despite the very confusing set of co-ordinates sent to her, she made it. That was the first part done, but she had a feeling this wasn’t the end of things. Now she just had to deal with the next part: lunch with Sabine. Ahsoka was admittedly not thrilled by the idea. Sabine could do a lot of things but as a cook, she was terrible. Still, Ahsoka knew she had to check in on her student. She just hoped the bottle of Correllian Wine in her hand would help wash away whatever taste Sabine’s cooking left. She approached Sabine’s quarters and knocked on the door. The door slid open, and there stood the pink-haired Mandalorian with an enthusiastic grin. “Well, Sabine, I made it, even with your directions.” “Ahsoka!” Sabine eagerly shouted. “Welcome, I hope you’re prepared for an unforgettable experience.” Ahsoka stepped into Sabine’s quarters. A table had already been set with a wine bucket in the