Graemon Gorgano
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Post by Graemon Gorgano on Mar 8, 2023 18:39:34 GMT -8
It had been nearly a week since their arrival to the Bothan's home system. The local government, unaligned, but always welcoming to democratic nations and those who served and fought for the people, welcomed the tattered remains of the Third Fleet and additional civilian and military vessels that escaped the demise of the Corellian Coalition. A few days after their arrival, a memorial was erected upon a piece of metal within the hangar bays of one of the ships to be scuttled. Names were written, pictures left, and trinkets of affection as well. All in the name of the Missing and Deceased that fought to see them come to this temporary peace. Chief among the dead was Admiral Braganti Gates, the seasoned commander of the Third Fleet and a long time family friend of the Gorganos. He died upon the flagship, Ackbar, as it fought against the Imperial pursuers within the Osarian-Rhommamool sector. With the ships demise, most of the senior leadership died with it.
The next days after was healing the wounded, feeding the exiles, and doing what they could to get by. The Bothan Council was more than willing to help them, even going as far as scuttling the ships and using their metals to begin building new vessels for Baron Gorgano. Some acquisitions had been as well from the Bothan's local defense force, in terms of ships, starfighters, material, and personnel. Though in deep sadness from the lack of Lynne's presence, Graemon still put on his best face, negotiating with the Bothan government and helping where he could in reorganizing and healing. Daily, he went to the personnel that kept an eye out for any other vessels of the Coalition, hoping one would have his wife, but they always shook their heads... deepening the sadness of the Baron.
Seven days later, three battered vessels exited hyperspace. Immediately, the crew on duty began to relay communications, hoping to get affirmation as to who they were. The ships were a bit too battered to truly identify though, so they attempted to communicate through Coalition channels, one of them was Lynne's comlink. When her voice spoke, a crewmember seemed a bit startled, before she would hear someone speak on the other end.This is Doctor Lynne Jameroo, go ahead. =Crewmember= Someone, quick! Go get the Baron Gorgano! Hurry! Hurry!!!One of the guards, on duty, ran off as the 'bridge' they had commandeered to perform their duty, which was a part of the shipyard's facilities. Quickly, they began to file through Lynne's personnel folder, aiming to identify which ships of her fleet survived. A new voice took over the comlink.=Fallas= Doctor Jameroo, this is Commander Fallas. It is good to hear you are alive.Fallas had met Lynne before as he was a military aide for the Baron when he was Director of C-Sec. Even been at the wedding of the Baron and the Doctor. He rejoined the military shortly before the Imperial invasion of Coalition Space and had served on one of the Third Fleet's former Tapani-class Carriers.=Fallas= I am sending you coordinates. It will be in a section of the shipyards, which the Bothans have leased to us. I am certain the Baron will be awaiting you there.In the background, there were shouts for personnel to the bay that they had been directed to. Mostly military and medical personnel, but there were technicians and even civilians on the way. More than ever, everyone was pitching in to help.
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Lynne Jameroo
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Post by Lynne Jameroo on Mar 8, 2023 20:45:49 GMT -8
Lynne, in her depressive state, hadn't realized they had dropped out of hyperspace and had merely expected another duty report form her ships. But this was someone else! Furthermore they mentioned Baron Gorgano by name! It was like Lynne just emerged from a week long soak in a bacta tank; he was safe and soon they would be united again. Then she heard another familiar voice.
Fallas- Fallas! It is good to hear your voice! I'll get the ships docked as soon as possible. We still have wounded aboard. Ran out of bacta three skirmishes back. Do you know if anyone else from my fleet has made it here? We lost contact after- uh... Lynne's voice began to break. Between the emotions of joy and now sorrow, it was all she could do to keep from sobbing. Aham. She shook her head and cleared her throat, composing herself. Never mind, I'll find out after we've docked. Just tell Graemon he'd better be at the airlock to greet me.
After receiving confirmation, Lynne passed along orders to her ships to make for the assigned docks. She had not been exaggerating about the lack of supplies. There was next to nothing left across all three ships. Bacta, synthskin, stimpacks, all out of stock. They had resorted to using sleeves from spare cloths to substitute as bandages for the less dire wounds. More patients had died under Lynne's care in the past weeks than in the entire rest of her career. It hadn't been easy on her and the burden was shared by the other personnel on board. The ship's had become dour and dark. But now, new life and hope had been breathed into them. Lynne and her medical teams got all the patients still in need of urgent care organized by the airlocks and eagerly waited for those doors to open into safe harbor.
Once the doors opened and the patients were being handed off to local medical teams, Lynne immediately started looking for the bearded and one-eyed, face of her husband.
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Graemon Gorgano
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Post by Graemon Gorgano on Mar 8, 2023 21:09:08 GMT -8
Elsewhere in the shipyards...
YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY CERTAIN?!
The source of this loud voice had been in a meeting with Captain Gaarburra, the newly elevated commander of what remained of their naval forces, as well as his deputy, Commander Toerr. In the midst of it, a guard barged in, reporting the safety of Lynne. The Baron had been without news of his wife for days now and for her to sudden appear upon three battered ships after all this time, it surprised and bewildered him. It wasn't that Graemon doubted the guard's message, but he needed to know that it was the absolute truth.
=Guard= One hundred and ten percent, Lord Baron. Crews are already moving to assist with the people on her ships-
There wasn't even a pause as Graemon bolted through the door, practically slamming the guard to the side who was in mid-sentence. He bellowed people to clear the way as the Baron ran off like a laser bolt. Gaarbarru let out a confused Wookiee noise before Toerr tells his superior that he wouldn't understand till he had a wife of his own. Even a turbolift was cleared as Baron Gorgano descended into Bays 25, 26, and 27. The alarms were already going off as the vessels were being brought in.
In the chaos of technicians, medical personnel, guards, and civilians, Graemon burst through, making a beeline for the ships. Quickly, he finds a deckmaster, grabbing the Bothan by the shoulder. The male was panting at this point and immediately pointed to the new ships coming in.
Which one was where Doctor Jameroo's communique come from?!
The deckmaster didn't seem to know, so Graemon just ran off, trying to find someone who could. It seemed Fallas hadn't arrived to the deck yet to give more information, so after a handful of tries, the Baron needed a new tactic. So he decided to yell as the ships landed and the doors opened to let people in and out.
LYNNE!!! LYNNNEE!!!
The Baron calls out, frantically looking for her.
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Lynne Jameroo
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Post by Lynne Jameroo on Mar 9, 2023 13:52:27 GMT -8
The commotion from the crowd being received was drowning just about everything out. Lynne's heart was pounding, she couldn't wait any longer to see her husband again. That's when she spotted a bench that had recently been abandoned due to the sudden arrival of her ships. She weaved through the mass of people and climbed up onto the seat and looked out over the sea of beings. She was joined by others, no doubt looking for their own loved ones, but then from a distance she heard her name break through over the din. The doctor spun around and saw her beloved fighting through the crowd toward her. A smile broke across her face, the most genuine in a long time, as she pushed and squeezed past the throng. GRAEMON!!!! Eventually she reached her husband and leapt up and wrapped her arms around his shoulders and legs around his waist. He would either catch her and maintain his balance or they would topple over onto the floor. Either out come was the same, the blonde doctor kissing her normally broody Baron. She broke away only for a moment to look at him before burying her face in his shoulder. I'm so glad I found you...
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Graemon Gorgano
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Post by Graemon Gorgano on Mar 9, 2023 18:51:54 GMT -8
There were quite the crowd of people as personnel, both military and civilian, were being off-loaded from the trio of battered and bruised vessels. Graemon looked up at one of them, noticing the Nebulon-B Frigate that was known as Endless Salvation, one of his wife's key vessels in her medical fleet. His eyes continue to scan around, trying to find wherever Lynne may be. Then he saw her, standing on a bench, her gaze looking directly at his.
LYNNE!!!
The Baron bolted through the crowd, seeking to see his wife and hold her. He needed to just... hold Lynne. Graemon needed to know that she was physically there and well. Although his extended family, namely his brother, sister-in-law, and his nieces, were well, Graemon would not sleep well till he knew Lynne was okay. And so, as the two got closer, while he was certainly ready to hug her, she launched herself first and managed to catch him first. Lynne was twirled around once as the arms of the Baron held her firmly. The couple shared a few kisses, more than happy at their reunion.
Afterward, Graemon did not let go, simply holding her by her waist and with a hand on the back of her messy blonde hair. A few tears shed from his eyes.
By the stars, Lynne... thank goodness are safe! Thank the stars you are alright!
Graemon pulled back some, trying to get a good look at his wife. He noticed her tired state within her eyes, otherwise Doctor Jameroo looked well and without issue. No injuries, no bruises, well not on the surface at least. His hands began to touch her face now, knowing that this wasn't a dream.
I can finally rest well, knowing you are safe, my love.
A rare, but good smile appears on the bearded face of the Baron.
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Lynne Jameroo
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Post by Lynne Jameroo on Mar 10, 2023 16:27:39 GMT -8
Her own hands raised up to hold and stroke the Fondorian's bearded face. Lynne's eyes traced every line on his face, so glad to see him again. As undignified as it may have been, she let herself be held for a long time. Seeing Graemon again had allowed her to relax, and with that she finally started to feel how truly tired she was. All the sleepless nights, stress, and hard work; it all caught up to her at once as she felt herself beginning to melt further into Graemon's embrace. I could stay right here till all the stars wink out. She pressed her forehead into his and stayed there for a moment before patted his shoulders as a signal to be put down. But I know that a bed would be much more comfortable... and fun.
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Graemon Gorgano
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Post by Graemon Gorgano on Mar 11, 2023 17:00:00 GMT -8
Feeling their foreheads touch made the Baron feel a wave of relief fall over his person. Lynne was finally safe... although he had been elated that his brother and his family were also safe too, Graemon would have never slept till his wife had returned. Work, involving the reorganization of their troops, pilots, and ships, had occupied his mind and time, true, but it did not keep him away from ever thinking of the good doctor that had captured his heart and said 'yes' when he proposed to her. Now, that she had returned safely, his life was complete.
Let's get you and all of those with you to beds and some warm food. The Bothan government has been very helpful to us. I promise you, Lynne, you will surely sleep soundly for days. There is peace here, enough peace for us to take a moment and breathe.
Slowly, the Baron sets Lynne down. After a moment, his eyes looked over to see Commander Fallas and others of the officers and guards were directing people to the makeshift shelter within one of the battered hulls of his vessels. That way, they didn't occupy too much of the shipyard section granted to them by the local government. There was more work to be done now, but first, much needed relief.
Come, the Overseer of the Shipyard granted me one of the worker's apartments that wasn't in usage. It has a refresher and a bed thankfully.
Graemon plants his hands on her shoulders and begins directing Lynne away. Knowing his wife, she would want to help, but he would insist that she take care of herself first before rejoining her profession and helping those who truly needed. Taking a turbolift, the couple headed for the seventh floor which overlooked the section of the shipyards they occupied.
Once you are rested, cleaned, and fed, I will take you to the memorial we have made in honor of the dead and missing. We were planning to send it into space in a few days. But, I will extend it to allow those of your crews to leave memorials and offerings to those they lost.
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Lynne Jameroo
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Post by Lynne Jameroo on Mar 12, 2023 10:59:14 GMT -8
Lynne only tried once or twice to rush to help someone being treated or carried away to proper medical facilities, but she was too tired to fight Graemon and eventually saw the wisdom in his insistence of rest. As they traveled up the turbo lift and the Baron spoke of the memorial, Lynne broke. She slumped to the floor of the lift and gripped her legs tight to her chest. As a leader of the Coalition she had had to keep a brave face for her charges, but now that it was just her husband, she could let the facade drop. Through tears and sniffles she vented some of her feelings. We- we lost so many. Graemon, most of my fleet was destroyed or is missing, not to mention all those poor people we couldn't evacuate in time. What are we going to do? Lynne hid her face in her knees now too. As much as it hurt, she also knew she was lucky to be with a man she could trust enough to be this vulnerable with.
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Graemon Gorgano
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Post by Graemon Gorgano on Mar 12, 2023 11:57:48 GMT -8
Graemon looked at Lynne as she finally seemed to breakdown, finally able to do so. The male gets on one knee, resting his hands on her shoulder. One of his palms rubs the shoulder closest to him. He did what he could to counsel his wife. The Baron understood the losses she spoke of. His own fleet had taken such casualties that forced them to reorganize with the bare minimal and relatively new volunteers.
Much of the senior leadership of the Third Fleet is dead... Admiral Gates died, defending the retreating ships at Osarian.
That was probably the hardest of blows. So much veteran, skilled, and seasoned officers were now gone and Graemon was forced to look upon the juniors to rise up to the occasion. It was a lot that had to be done. The Bothans were generous enough to allow him to build a few new ships and acquisition others from their local fleet. A number of citizens of Bothuwai, Bothan and non-Bothan, sought to help out. The Baron was beyond grateful for these gestures.
We can worry about tomorrow when it comes, Lynne. You need food, rest, and a good shower.
His wife was probably too overwhelmed. She just needed a little peace to stabilize herself and regain the energy that had been lost for days. The turbolift opens and, without asking, Graemon picks up Lynne and takes her out of the lift and towards his apartment.
We can only do what we can, Lynne, one day at a time.
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Lynne Jameroo
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Post by Lynne Jameroo on Mar 15, 2023 10:44:41 GMT -8
Lynne doesn't struggle, she is grateful for her husbands comfort and care. It was an amazing feeling, her heart simultaneously broken and healed. It was broken for the seeming last gasp of democracy in the galaxy being snuffed out like a flickering candle, along with so many brave souls. But it was healed by being reunited with her most beloved. After a few more shaky and deep breaths, the doctor steeled her resolve. She knew that now that they were together, they could face anything else the galaxy or First Order had to throw at them. The Coalition's power couple, back together again. She whispered. The Emperor better watch out. A small smile returned.
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Graemon Gorgano
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Post by Graemon Gorgano on Mar 15, 2023 20:29:09 GMT -8
For the first time in many days, the Baron let out a laugh at the remark made by Lynne. The Coalition's power couple, what a way to phrase it. All the way to his apartment, there was a good smile upon the bearded Baron's face. One that didn't seem ready to die down. At the doorway, the good Doctor was set down as Graemon unlocked it with a keycard.
I sure hope the Stormtroopers tremble at the thought of such a phrase.
And so, Lynne was let in. The Baron departed for awhile though, for good reason of course. Cause, when he returned, the male brought with him food and drink from the hangar bay below. A number of their people were thankful for the food brought up by the Bothans and did their best to make it go to good usage. A meal was set up for the pair to enjoy, the first since the invasion began. Showers were enjoyed, the pair of them were able to use each other to regain their strength and wits. Rest came easy, for once, to Graemon as he slept with Lynne that night. Tomorrow was to be a better day.
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The next day came with rest achieved. Graemon looked at Lynne as she continued to sleep, she certainly needed it more. A kiss was placed upon her cheek as the Baron rose to stretch and get ready. Unfortunately, he had a meeting with Commodore Gaarburra and Vice Captain Toerr again. He paused as he got dress though, looking over at his wife. He walked over, sitting on her side of the bed to gently rub her shoulder.
Get your rest. I will be back soon.
He whispers before rising to leave for the next hour.
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Lynne Jameroo
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Post by Lynne Jameroo on Mar 16, 2023 15:22:59 GMT -8
Lynne found that rest came easily now that her beloved was nearby again. She was also grateful for food that was not emergency rations. Deep down she knew all of this was temporary, but for now it felt close enough to home for her. When she woke the next day to find Graemon gone, there was a moment of panic. Had it been a dream? But once she had grounded herself in reality once again, she got out of bed and proceeded to brew a pot of caf. Once the piping hot cup of bliss was in her hands she contacted members of her crew, Major Tethras was the first. The Doctor made sure they were also getting settled in and rested. Once her crew had been checked on, Lynne refreshed her cup of caf and sat on the couch and looked out the viewport on to the dockyards they now inhabited. There had been harder times, none immediately came to mind, but they had been there. And after some rest, her husband at her side, and good strong caf, Lynne finally finally felt like she could take on whatever came next.
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Graemon Gorgano
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Post by Graemon Gorgano on Mar 16, 2023 19:32:47 GMT -8
An hour would pass before the door chimed and the Baron walked in. He sighs some, rubbing his neck a little. Things were certainly more busy now considering the necessary restructuring of the whole command staff and fleet rosters. Graemon was lucky that there were any officers left with the will and determination to see this achieved. He'd have to thank them, one day, for standing up to the challenge they faced now.
He immediately noticed Lynne was awake, situated on the couch and looking out at the working going on. The familiar cup of caf in her hands. How he missed this sight. Graemon walked over, placing both of his hands upon her shoulders as he joined in looking out at the dockyards. Before them, one of his acquisitioned vessels was being properly outfitted for their eventual departure.
Been trying to keep myself busy... with the loss of Gates, and majority of the senior command staff, it has been quite the challenge to rebuild.
Deeply, the Fondorian sighs.
I was told by Commodore Gaarbarru, the new commanding officer, that the memorial service will be held in a few days. Make sure your crews use that time to add to it before it is thrusted into space, Lynne. Should also give them a few days to regain sleep and energy too.
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Lynne Jameroo
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Post by Lynne Jameroo on Mar 19, 2023 21:29:16 GMT -8
Lynne looked up and smiled fondly at her husband. The smile turned to a frown as the loss of the senior command staff was brought up again. I'm so sorry, dear, I know you had worked with many of those men for a long time. But, she said putting on another smile, people will always rise to the occasion. The Rebellion didn't let their losses at Scarif or Hoth stop them. People will always stand up to tyranny and keep fighting. Lynne truly believed in the democracy, and she idolized those brave souls who fought against the first Galactic Empire. In her heart she knew that someday they would win. Even if she didn't live to see it and ended up on a memorial herself, she knew they would win. Polishing off her caf, Lynne stood and kissed her husband. I'll make sure everyone who arrived with me have a chance to get their tokens and tributes on the memorial. I- I'll be visiting it myself as soon as I do. The doctor knew sacrifice would be required to win, but knowing didn't make seeing it any easier. Despite the dark conversation Lynne was attempting to keep smiling, her bedside manor returning after a good nights rest and fresh caf.
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Graemon Gorgano
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Post by Graemon Gorgano on Mar 20, 2023 18:36:17 GMT -8
Just being able to touch and hear Lynne... they were all he needed to be able to relax. Her presence was exactly what well, the Doctor would order, after such long nights of worriment and anguish at the thought of her uncertain fate and the stress of the losses his fleet had incurred. Especially given the losses of a senior staff that had been with Graemon for so many years now. Officers of the naval, army, and intelligence backgrounds that had been proficient in their duties and excelled beyond measure.
Speaking of your crews, some of them ran into me before and after my meeting with the Commodore. They asked how you were.
Graemon looks behind to look at his wife.
You should go see them soon. Seeing you well and rested will likely be good for their spirits.
Leaning forward, his eyes looked at one of the vessels that had been requisitioned, the still reliable Dreadnaught-class Heavy Cruiser. Rubbing his palms slightly, the Baron had many thoughts on his mind, but one stood out among all of them. He lowers his head slightly before speaking.
After the funeral, it will be a matter of where to go next. We cannot rely on Bothuwai forever after all.
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Lynne Jameroo
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Post by Lynne Jameroo on Mar 21, 2023 21:56:03 GMT -8
Lynne nodded in agreement before turning back to looking out the window. She knew the fight had to go on, but she didn't know how that would be done. The Corellian had only ever fought as part of an official government, with proper supply lines and spaceports and territory. This would be something new for her. And where would be their first destination? It was a hard question. There must be others out in the galaxy looking to stand against the Empire, even if the Coalition failed. We need to find new allies! But where to find them? That would be the tricky part.
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Graemon Gorgano
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Post by Graemon Gorgano on Mar 24, 2023 10:18:35 GMT -8
At those words did the Baron deeply sigh.
It may prove troublesome to find allies. Without the resources of the Coalition before, we are working with a handicap.
Graemon would explain to his wife, after that statement, about the Intelligence division that was being worked upon. Commander Fallas led the effort with the aid of agents from the very experienced and highly competent Bothan Spynet. The government had secretly spoken with its intelligence agency and willing personnel transferred over to the Gorgano's group with the government labeling them as 'retired' or 'transferred off-world'. It was still leagues from what they used to have, but it was building.
Fallas has been working with the Spynet to try and find any leads, but he isn't trying to impose too much.
Something would show up in due time of course.
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Lynne Jameroo
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Post by Lynne Jameroo on Mar 25, 2023 21:13:40 GMT -8
Lynne nodded. She had never had a head for the spy game. But she had to place her trust in those that did. Now more than ever. She hugged Graemon before heading to the bedroom. I'm going to get changed and then take your advice, go and be seen by my people. Try and help where I can. She disappeared into the bedroom but continued to talk to Graemon. Have the Bothen's given us a time table on when they want us to move on? I can try and get a sense of how much time to recoup my crews will need. The doctor returned wearing casual attire, appropriate for someone on shore leave, while she put her long blonde hair back and added some tactful pins to it. Also, anything you need me to get while I'm out?
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Post by Graemon Gorgano on Mar 25, 2023 21:25:09 GMT -8
Graemon smiles at Lynne as she reappeared. It was good to see her active and it would certainly be good for her crew to see the Doctor alive and well now that she was reunited with her husband and having gotten much needed rest and food. The Baron nods his head out through the view of the dockyards they had.
No need to get me anything. I will mostly be here, doing work, or speaking with my command staff.
As mentioned before, there was much to do. Graemon was lucky to get sleep.
The Bothans don't seem inclined to make us leave. But I don't wish to overstay our visit too much. I'd rather not paint a target on their backs and make them risk more than what they have in aiding us. After all, to the victor goes the truth of history... we are defeated and the Imperials have every reason to come here now.
Graemon was grateful to the Bothan government for helping them in their time of need. More than ever, the Baron did his best to convey his utmost thanks and gratitude for all the degrees of hospitality extended by their hosts. There was no way to repay them now, but Graemon would not forget their care and generosity. He walks up to Lynne, adjusting what she wore before giving her a kiss.
Just go and give your personnel what they need: a smiling and happy Lynne.
Graemon gives another smile.
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Lynne Jameroo
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Post by Lynne Jameroo on Mar 28, 2023 10:14:36 GMT -8
Lynne kissed her husband goodbye on the cheek and gave him her most winning smile. Before she stepped out the door, she looked over her shoulder. I know you've been worried and busy these past weeks, so I'm going to prescribe you a couple days off. I'll fill out a doctors note if that's what it'll take. I love you Graemon, but you can't carry all this burden without a break. When I get back I want you in comfy cloths and with a holovid picked out. Doctor's orders! And much how she won many of her arguments in the past, departed before a retort could be formulated.
It wasn't long before she was among her crews. At first keeping the smile was easy, but as she heard more and more about friends, family, and lovers lost from the other fleets, it became hard. Lynne hated seeing such suffering, and on top of that, the suffering that was left to be confronted couldn't be healed by a simple application of bacta. All she could do was listen. Lynne help who she could, and added names to lists to see councilors for everyone else. Her last stop was the memorial. Adorned with photos, vids, and notes for those lost during the war. Lynne removed from her bag lists of the crew manifests for her lost escort fleet and placed them on the memorial. The doctor felt her emotions swell. Sorrow mixed with anger into a concoction as volatile as a dying star. But here, in front of the survivors, Lynne swallowed the knot that had formed in her throat. She looked back up to the memorial and made a promise. We'll win, for each and every one of you. The Corellian woman turned and made her way back to her husband, and hopefully a comfortable night in...
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