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Post by Cameron Leone on Jan 18, 2016 0:23:11 GMT -8
~The Corellian Science Museum~
Cameron Leone had worked for many years since retiring from his acting career to become the curator of the Corellian Science Museum, which will officially become the Corellian Museum of Science and History in just a few short days. All of the preparations had been made, all of the invitations had been sent, and the security staff had been painstakingly selected. The event was sure to be blast for all those in attendance. Cameron walked the halls of the museum inspecting every element for to make sure it was perfect for the grand re-opening, making sure to check the Battle of Corellia exhibit twice given that the very building it was housed in was a major location of the battle which only added to its importance.
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Post by Graemon Gorgano on Jan 18, 2016 20:42:03 GMT -8
As Zemad landed at a location arranged by the Corellian government for him, the Rear-Admiral would find himself exhausted and fall asleep for many hours till the next morning, forgoing any chances of eating for the time being. The Republic Marines got their own sleep as well before returning to their duty of acting as the Duros's personal guard. Food was served next morning which the Rear-Admiral shared with his soldiers, knowing that they were hungry and deserved some form of gratitude for their recent services to his battlegroup. Yet it was around noon, when the Duros was well rested and dressed, that an indication came of the arranged meeting with the Corellian government representatives. Zemad did his best to look good for speaking with such dignitaries and officials of the Corellian system, despite the state of his official Republic uniform. A quick fix was made when the location granted their visitor some regular clothes to wear for the meeting, yet they were proper enough to be seen by the officials being sent. For now, Zemad waited for the call to come through of when the delegation would be arriving to speak with him personally.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2016 20:56:45 GMT -8
*The Reliant Roared into the hangar and gave a low groan as the ship settled unto its struts. The engines began to wind their way down as the ship began to power off. Jonas was already heading down the boarding ramp the moment it hit the hangar floor. Behind him he could hear Jak and Shay, arguing again. Some days he could handle it, others he needed to step away for awhile. As he scanned the hangar, he noticed a large number of Republic troops milling about in the distance. He slowly began to scan each individual or groups of individuals. The sheer number of them peeked his curiosity. His attention was diverted to a loud crash coming from the inside of the ship. Closing his eyes for a moment, he refrained from yelling at the two. Instead he set his helmet down on a nearby crate and began to check out the ship for any damages during their flight there.*
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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2016 22:18:53 GMT -8
For now, Zemad waited for the call to come through of when the delegation would be arriving to speak with him personally.
After Zemed and his officers arrive and the expected courtesies and pleasantries have been exchanged, the tenor of the meeting assumes a more formal tone as Zemed's officers are asked to accompany the CDF intelligence agents to another area so that the debriefings can begin.
A deathly pale, thin, dark haired and tall female grey eyed Nagai dressed in a CDF uniform adorned with 4 silver stars identifying her rank as that of an admiral softly yet firmly asks the governmental representatives and lower ranked CDF officers to give her a moment with Zemed alone after the Duros' officers have been escorted from the briefing room, and then, after they are alone, pours herself a glass of water from a pitcher while, glancing towards Zemed with an inquisitively arched eyebrow, asking, "Water? Gesturing towards an empty seat after the Duros replies to her question, the Nagai sits or, should Zemed elect to remain standing, stands as she says in an even tone that manages to sound somewhat warm despite her military bearing, I expect we would both appreciate a moment free from the politicos. Shaking her head with a vaguely amused smile surfacing briefly on her pale lips, the Nagai then makes Zemed aware of the present disposition of his troops and ships to reassure him that all that can be done for them is being done, and then, lifting a hand towards the Duros to invite him to speak freely, asks, Tell me, Rear-Admiral, what else can the CDF or Corellian government do for you or yours?" |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2016 18:55:52 GMT -8
*Jonas ran has hand across a small burn mark on the ships hull. He breathed in deep and caught the sent of smoke mixed with cheap drinks. Corellias night life drug out into the day.* "You have to distinct of a scent to sneak up on me Karr." *He turned to see a male Devaronian standing a few paces away from him, a toothy grin gracing his features. "And your information was bad. That ship was abandoned, cargo gone and it was rigged to kill."
"Oh...you wound me Creel." *Karr clasped his hands to his chest just above his heart and gave a mock expression of hurt. Rebounding quickly he moved forward with a more excited demeanor.* "I know it was...well afterwards anyway. But, I have new intel fresh off the black market." *He reached into one of the many pockets of the faded duster he wore and pulled out a small holodisc.* "Turns out the pirates who took it snagged something else recently. Something big."
Jonas snatched the holodisc from Karr and activated it. The only image on it was that of an old box. There were no special markings or designs, not even a distinguishing name.* "What is it?"
"That's the beauty of it. No one knows, but it's driving the pirate crew up the wall. Seems like everyone who knows what it is though, wants it bad." *He rubbed his hands together before pulling out a crumpled napkin with some numbers written on it.* "Here you are. The coordinates. Just remember, if it is something big, who was the one who lead you to it. Cause they, i don't know, just may want a cut of the earnings so to speak."
"Fine. Only if it's not something dangerous, or living." *He turned and made his way back up the ramp of the Reliant. Within minutes the ship was rolling out of the hangar and heading towards hyperspace.*
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Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2016 20:10:26 GMT -8
*Jonas sat in the cargo hold of the Reliant staring at the box Karr told him about. On the outside it didn't look like anything special. Built from wood, leather straps running across both the top and side, the lock was smashed open, but looked as if someone tried closing it again in a hurry. What was inside the box is what made Jonas feel uneasy. Something radiated an essence of the darkside, powerful and cold. He sat in a meditative position, just staring at it, contemplating everything that it could be. The very ideas didn't sit well with him.*
"You going to open it or what." *Jonas tensed at the sound of the voice. He turned to see Shay directly behind him. Shaking his head, he turned back to the box.* "No.I'm not going to open it. Yet. There's something about it I don't like. What evers in there drove a whole crew of pirates to kill each other to the last man. I don't want that to happen here."
*Shay shrugged his shoulders and wondered off. Jonas closed his eyes and let out a sigh. Whatever was in there, he'd have to deal with it sometime, just not now.*
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Post by Graemon Gorgano on Jan 19, 2016 20:27:28 GMT -8
Zemad seemed to relax at the words of the Nagai representative of the Corellian Defense Force. The Duros decides to sit, surprisingly, as the Rear-Admiral was able to release a lot of stress that had been pent up as of recently. For, on Corellia, he felt relaxed and refreshed after the days pursuit through the Deep Core, evading the Imperial pursuers and fighting back tooth and nail against their belligerence. The naval personnel exhaled deeply before speaking.The government and defense force of the Corellian Sector have done more than I could ask for, representative. I knew I could come here to find myself among friendly territory, despite the rest of the Core Worlds most likely experiencing uncertainty and unrest with the forceful dissolution of our beloved Republic.The Duros takes the glass of water in front of him and takes a deep gulp before setting the glass down. In fact, Zemad wasn't sure where to go from here. The Corellian Sector was already well defended from the readiness of the CDF. Perhaps the Outer Rim could use his assistance.I was hoping to recuperate some before making my next move. I was pondering upon jumping for the Outer Rim... maybe seek out the Jedi or any surviving elements of the Republic Outer Rim Fleet. Find any friendly sectors and see if they need assistance with the collapse of the Republic's center. I suspect there are those loyalists who are out there, wandering aimlessly...Zemad then looks up at the Nagai representative. His eyes planted upon the emblem of the CDF, possibly the only organized Republic-aligned force within the Core Worlds presently. He began to wonder how his home system of Duros was doing in light of recent events.Corellia and her system seem well-defended, representative. I doubt the Imperial splinter factions that infest the Deep Core now would dare venture into this area.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2016 21:54:43 GMT -8
Admiral Orsina Biancardi steeples her fingers beneath her pale chin while Zemad speaks, remaining silent rather than interrupting him, and confining her commentary to simple gestures such as a nod when he speaks of the Corellian Sector as a place he felt certain would prove friendly to him and his troops, or a small chuckle of agreement that is without any trace of humor when he voices his belief that the Imperial splinter groups are not likely, as yet, to make any aggressive moves in the Corellian system.
A small, humorless smile surfacing on her pale lips, Orsina raps the knuckles of her left hand on the table to suggest knocking on wood even though she is not at all a superstitious being, and says, "I share those doubts, Rear-Admiral, for now at any rate. Folding her hands together once more, setting them on the table in front of her, Orsina continues by asking rhetorically, Would you like to know what I think will happen when the politicians come back in? Giving her opinion immediately afterwards, the Nagai says, They will tell you that you and your troops are welcome to stay for as long as you like, and that they are more than happy to repair, rearm, and resupply your ships and your troops so that you can head off to make for those friendly sectors you say you might go looking for. Unclasping her hands and lifting a finger with a tiny frown, Orsina goes on, What they will not do, I'm afraid, is offer much else. Not, she tilts her head to the side, her small smile surfacing briefly once more, above board at any rate. I wish I could say that the CDF would join you, help search for other loyalists to band together against these Imperial splinter factions, but history tells me that the people of Corellia, represented by those politicians waiting out there, will want the CDF to stay right here on Corellia to defend it. Lifting one shoulder in a shrug to suggest acceptance of her being bound by oaths to her duty to Corellia first and foremost, Orsina says, Which is not to say that the politicians won't lend you any help at all. I'm sure they can find some way to help you under the table, off the books like. Intelligence operatives, contacts for merc groups, and so on."
Taking a sip of her water before continuing, Orsina glances at a wall chrono to see how much time has passed, and then returns her attention to Zemad and says, "My suggestion to you would be to tell them whatever you can about these Imperial splinter factions, and then see what they are willing to offer you. Use your time here on Corellia well; there is a Jedi academy not far outside of Coronet, tell them what happened and see what they can offer you in the way of help too, and have them spread the word to the rest of their Order."
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Post by Sara Ruluwoor on Jan 21, 2016 17:46:09 GMT -8
=Admiral Jacen Korr=
Arriving at Admiral Orsina's command center, Jacen ordered his military driver to wait, then entered the lobby, and identified himself to the uniformed desk sergeant on duty. "Admiral Jacen Korr, CDF. I heard about the Republic Naval visitors, would you please let Admiral Orsina know that I am here."
=Sergeant Whatsherface=
Saluting, the young Omwati female motioned for him to wait, then slipped gracefully from behind her desk, and disappeared down the hall. Slipping into the conference room and debriefing center currently occupied by the Corellian and Republic officers, she made eye contact with Admiral Orsina, and waited politely for a break in the conversation, then smiled her most polite, charming smile. "Sir, Admiral Korr is here. Shall I show him in?"
=Admiral Korr=
Nodding as the receptionist disappeared, he turned to survey the room and the guards on duty. He could almost hear the whispers going through the halls, and his own datapad was practically burning a hole in his pocket as new reports about the Republic flooded in. It seemed that everything was falling apart at once. A grim but determined expression came over his face as he sat down in a chair and waited to see if he would be invited into the meeting. After all, he was not here to step on Orsina's toes, but only to get intelligence as quickly as possible, and offer the Republic (or whatever remained of it) his full support.
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Post by Gand on Jan 22, 2016 18:24:03 GMT -8
The Chameleon set down softly in the designated hangar, valves hissing and landing gear groaning as the ship's weight was transferred from the repulsors to the ground below. Mere minutes later the ramp descended and a Gand appeared, clad in the simple brown robes his people were known for. After re-sealing the ship, he hefted his bags and headed for the port security station. He regretted not being able to retain access to his personal weapons, but he had been assured his contact would have all the necessary supplies to carry out his mission. He stepped into the line of sentients awaiting processing, and when his turn was nearly up he placed his bags on the scanner conveyor and prepared his ID for checking.
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Post by Graemon Gorgano on Jan 22, 2016 19:23:00 GMT -8
Zemad looks at the Nagai curiously. This naval personnel wanted intel on the Imperial splinter factions of the Deep Core? The Rear-Admiral did not know they even existed till their fleet intercepted them and began a hot pursuit through the Deep Core, lasting close to five days. He had been aware of an Imperial Remnant faction that once existed there and the now defunct Galactic Empire had once held territory in those regions, but nothing beyond that. The Duros calmly collects his thoughts before speaking.I do not know anything about these Imperial factions that roam the Deep Core now, Admiral. Republic Intelligence knew of an Imperial Remnant faction that was once centralized there and the now dissolved Galactic Empire had holdings within that region. Beyond that, I know only what I saw when they intercepted my fleet. They fielded Pellaeon-class Star Destroyers and Ardent-class Fast Frigates. No clue where their base is or how many factions exist.The Duros gently touches his chin for a moment, thinking upon the sudden encounter. Beyond that, the Rear-Admiral would set those thoughts aside, allowing him to return his attention to the Nagai Admiral present. The CDF and Corellia was most gracious to their needs and that, Zemad was very grateful for.I am still trying to determine the next route from Corellia, Admiral. I have considered Mon Calamari, a most likely destination. Any number of Jedi outposts throughout the Outer Rim. Naboo, which has been a longstanding ally and supporter of the late Republic, just like Mon Calamari.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2016 8:46:07 GMT -8
Coronet City SpaceportHe stepped into the line of sentients awaiting processing, and when his turn was nearly up he placed his bags on the scanner conveyor and prepared his ID for checking.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2016 23:36:03 GMT -8
I do not know anything about these Imperial factions that roam the Deep Core now, Admiral . . . Naboo, which has been a longstanding ally and supporter of the late Republic, just like Mon Calamari.
Nodding with a small smile of understanding intended to convey to Zemad that she appreciates his need to consider his options carefully where making his next move is concerned, Orsina turns from him to the door when it opens and the young Omwati female . . . made eye contact with Admiral Orsina, and waited politely for a break in the conversation, then smiled her most polite, charming smile. "Sir, Admiral Korr is here. Shall I show him in?" |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2016 0:45:12 GMT -8
Sylar, known criminal and wanted sociopath, came in on landing approach to Coronet city. A very uncomfortable landing at that - sitting as he was in the cockpit with the ships former pilot who, quite honestly, was very, very dead. You know, as in decomposing. To be fair, the man HAD put up some good conversation - but the real tell tale feature of the conversation was when Sylar had told the joke about the Jawa, the Senator, and the Twi'Lek - the man's jaw had dropped, quite literally, to the floor.
Sylar took that as a sign of absolute success.
There was just a teeny tiny problem. There was no way in hell Sylar could go through spaceport security. Nah. From his face, to his signature killing weapon, to his biometrics - he would pop up as a wanted criminal and former inmate of Coruscant penitentiary. So...that limited options somewhat. Flipping switches, juking the ship from side to side, Sylar vented coolant and overloaded the port engine power cell - making it look like for all the galaxy that the little two person shuttle had suffered an sudden engine failure. Hitting the comm, he hailed Coronet city. "Oh GOD! Somethings wrong! I knew I wouldn't make this meeting! Oh, oh, I'm going down! Mayday, mayday! Somebody HELP me! Hitting the comm off, Sylar looked disdainfully at the corpse next to him, the mans face grinning widely back. "What? I know its bad acting. But it gets the job done." Pushing the ship into a steep dive, Sylar pushed the throttle wide open, and diverted all energy to particle shields - like any true emergency crash situation. Gathering his things - literally consisting nothing more than a utility belt, his knife, and his own person, Sylar set the core for a timed coolant flush.
With a crash, the ship slammed into the watered bay that bordered Coronet City (as indicated by pictures, anyway), the shields first popping out of existence in a cascade of light, followed by the inertial compensators sparking and smoking. Overall, though, the ships crash shields held - and, for the most part, the shuttle itself held up. Kind of. Cracks even now formed across the transparisteel canopy, cracked by the crash and made worse by water. But Sylar didn't give them a chance to break completely. Taking a rebreather out of his utility belt and putting it into his mouth, he hit the controls for the canopy and allowed the water to rush in - and he began to swim, as hard and fast as he could towards the docks of Coronet City. Hopefully (barring intervention) arriving at the waterfront of the Blue Quarter, Corellias seedier hangouts.
About thirty seconds after Sylar left, the timed coolant flush initiated - dumping all coolant into the water, leaving nothing for the reactor; resulting in the core overloading. With a THUMP, and a crash of waves, the ship disintegrated itself, leaving wreckage, and, should they look, the mangled corpse of a dead businessman - who, ironically, had indeed been on his way to Corellia on a business trip. They'd be none the wiser...hopefully. Maybe.
Probably.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2016 1:12:04 GMT -8
The CDF SAR ships that are manned and sent out to investigate the distress call from the doomed ship arrive to find only the debris left behind in the wake of the reactor core overload. Scanning the area immediately surrounding the floating wreckage for life signs, the SAR team incorrectly concludes that there are no survivors when no life signs are detected. With the immediacy of the rescue attempt no longer necessary, the gears of Coronet's response naturally begin to turn more slowly, giving Sylar more time to operate freely.
While Sylar goes about whatever fell deeds have led him to Coronet, the crash investigation is eventually handed over to CorSec, who make their first priorities to recover, if possible, the ship's black box to see if the vessel's flight recorder can shed any light upon what may have caused the crash, and on attempting to identify the ship's pilot from whatever remains they can recover from the bay; and so, accordingly, CorSec boats and divers are dispatched to the crash scene to search the debris field and the area calculated to be likley locations where the motion of the water might have spread the debris not visible on the surface for the flight recorder and body of the pilot.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2016 1:33:25 GMT -8
Sylar's eyes slowly opened, his arms burning, his lungs aching, what seemed like a burning ball of fire in his chest. He had made it. Barely, and only by the grace of his rebreather, but he had made it. Laying on one of the docks of the Blue Sector, slightly propped up by a sack of...well, what he assumed to be some kind of local fish, Sylar watched as search and rescue craft zoomed in to investigate the crash - followed soon by more primitive boats and divers. They worked fast, and, honestly, Sylar was surprised they hadn't picked him up on sensors - he had figured he was going to have to pretend to be a frightened civilian, and take over some rescue craft or another. Good fortune smiled on the daring it seemed.
Pulling himself up to his feet, Sylar half lurched and half stumbled across the dock and deeper into the Blue Sector - going from alley to alley, bar to bar, slum to slum. None seemed to bother him - wet, haggard, his yellow eyes wide and black teeth barred, he was a frightening enough sight that most under dwellers left him alone. FInally, he came to a stumbling halt in front of a local flophouse - a seedy and run down hotel in these parts - and he deposited several creds for a cheap room. He paused, though, and flashed a hundred cred token under the managers nose - well, snout, the manager being an obese roadian. "Oi. Hundred creds for you, right now, if you give my room a ring when a Gand gets here. Ok? A Gand. Short fella, insect like, will probably have a mask in its face. Can't miss him - not your usual fare. I'll give you a hundred now, and a hundred after you ring." The manager grunted out an assent, and pocketed the credit in a single impressive sweep of a morbidly obese hand - and Sylar waved his thanks. Stumbling to his room, he unlocked the door, walked in, closed and locked the door, shooed away some rats off his bed - and fell down face first, not bothering to air out his clothes.
And so he slept, finally, to recover from the ordeal of the crash.
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Post by Sara Ruluwoor on Jan 24, 2016 19:36:58 GMT -8
Nodding to confirm that the Omwati should show Admiral Korr in, Orsina says, "Make it so, Sergeant. As the Omwati goes to inform Admiral Korr of the invitation, Orsina tells Zemad, Admiral Korr is one of the good ones, hopefully the Sergeant can keep the politicians at bay for a while longer so that we can speak with him." "Thank you, Admiral Biancardi, and thank you for making our visitors feel at home. The politicians have found our stimcaf machine, so we have at least another ten minutes of peace, I'd guess." He nodded to her, with a wink, then stepped forward and extended his right hand to Rear-Admiral Zemad, the Republic officer. "Admiral Jacen Korr, Corellian Defense Forces." He had a thousand questions he wanted to ask, but he also knew that he had to build a personal relationship with the Duros before he would be willing to answer some of those questions. The Republic was crumbling to dust, and all loyalties would soon be questioned, if they were not already. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2016 20:06:06 GMT -8
~The Corellian Science Museum~Cameron Leone had worked for many years since retiring from his acting career to become the curator of the Corellian Science Museum, which will officially become the Corellian Museum of Science and History in just a few short days. All of the preparations had been made, all of the invitations had been sent, and the security staff had been painstakingly selected. The event was sure to be blast for all those in attendance. Cameron walked the halls of the museum inspecting every element for to make sure it was perfect for the grand re-opening, making sure to check the Battle of Corellia exhibit twice given that the very building it was housed in was a major location of the battle which only added to its importance. ~The Corellian Science Museum~ -The office of Cameron Leone-
*Jonas knocked softly on the office door, hoping the Leone was in. He was no longer dressed in his armor, but instead a pair of cargo pants, boots and a black t shirt with a Corellian flight jacket over that. His attention turned to a group passing by for a moment as they eyed him with contempt before turning their attention to more pressing matters. Jonas hoped that Cameron was still in, or that he wasn't to late.*
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Post by Graemon Gorgano on Jan 26, 2016 18:31:38 GMT -8
Nodding to confirm that the Omwati should show Admiral Korr in, Orsina says, "Make it so, Sergeant. As the Omwati goes to inform Admiral Korr of the invitation, Orsina tells Zemad, Admiral Korr is one of the good ones, hopefully the Sergeant can keep the politicians at bay for a while longer so that we can speak with him." "Thank you, Admiral Biancardi, and thank you for making our visitors feel at home. The politicians have found our stimcaf machine, so we have at least another ten minutes of peace, I'd guess." He nodded to her, with a wink, then stepped forward and extended his right hand to Rear-Admiral Zemad, the Republic officer. "Admiral Jacen Korr, Corellian Defense Forces." He had a thousand questions he wanted to ask, but he also knew that he had to build a personal relationship with the Duros before he would be willing to answer some of those questions. The Republic was crumbling to dust, and all loyalties would soon be questioned, if they were not already. |
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Post by Sara Ruluwoor on Jan 31, 2016 22:18:30 GMT -8
=Admiral Korr=
"The pleasure is mine, Admiral." Jacen responded, flashing a disarming smile. "But I fear that the word 'celebrity' may not accurately capture our interest in you. I would almost dare to say that you are a 'curiosity.' We have all heard many ill rumors about the Republic. There have been assassinations. The Senate is in an uproar. Elements of the Republic military seem to have abandoned their posts. Even the Jedi seem to be worried, and seem to be unable to guarantee the safety of the Senate."
He sighed. "And so, if we are excessively interested in you, I fear it is motivated by self-preservation. We wish to know how much of the Republic military still stands, to whose authority is answers, who our remaining allies are, and what threats may be upon us." It was quite the mouthful, and a lot to throw at the Duros all at once, he realized with a twinge of regret. Sometimes, at moments like this, he found himself making the very mistakes that he so loathed in politicians. But, this man was an accomplished military officer, and hopefully he would appreciate the flood of words for their directness. A politician would say half as much, in twice as many words.
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