"Hi! I'm Xin Orinie, the youngest, and cutest of Vell and Reema Orinie's children. And we're here to fill in this space because butt head there forgot to do a render for what happens next in his story." "What's he mumbling about down there on the floor?" Ano asked as she watched the man lying curled up into a ball on the floor. "Something about needing a Wookiee for the scene!" Melee said from the back. "Well anyway." Xin chimed in. "Since he wasn't ready today, the old women here decided to model Royloo's new armor. Looks great, huh?" "Hey! I'm thirty six! I'm not old." Peenk huffed. "My mother's old." The former model looked over to her mother who had a pained look on her face. "The babies kicking! I need to get out of this armor so I can calm her down. See you later." The redhead then ran for the exit. Correl Peenk smiled at her mother's discomfort. "I guess she's regretting getting knocked up by a Warrior class cyborg, huh?" "Oh! Before we go." Melee said over baby's shoulder. "Wayii is working on making this armor look even better! As if it needed anything more than to be on my tall, hot bod!" The Lethan Twi'Lek turned to look up at Melee. "You're even more vain now than Ano ever was." "I have good reason to be. I'm now seven foot one, and it's all hot curves, topped by a beautiful face." "Like I said, you're vain." Xin shook her head. "Let's go! It's time for Ano to get ready for her hot date with Admiral Ross." "What hot date? We're meeting vice president Organa-Solo and her stud Han." "Oh you poor thing. Let's go everyone."